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"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

"This is a despicable act. I thought I was the most terrible person in the world to do such things to my best friends. But right now, I've seen a more dangerous person. You deceived your husband, and yet you still have the guts to deceive me? Didn't you realize your mistakes after your husband sent you away? What else do you want?" I sniggered, and bit my lower lip in pride. "Unknown. That's the answer to your damn question. Until I get rid of Jill completely, I won't rest. If she hadn't made my husband realize that he had been stupid since years back, I'd still be spending his money by now. So, I'll still ensure that she doesn't get a chance with my husband. I'll ruin her reputation complet

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

This is Ivan's way of showing dominance and my foolish self went and succumbed to him when I should infact be pissed. But he knows. He knows exactly what he's doing and of the fact that in as much as I want to feel violated, I'm not. In some sick way, I'm actually enjoying this. Some part of me wants to see how far he would go and if I dare say, my body craves it, unfortunately. If I wasn't enjoying this, there's no way he would keep me here against my will. I know he's a villain… my villain, my husband. But he cares for me. If it wasn't obvious before, he made it quite clear today. And I may also care for him also. Who am I kidding, I really do.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to take out my handkerchief and offer it to her?" Livian gave a mischievous smile. "More like the part where you are supposed to kick her kneepits and trample on her hands as soon as she slumps to the ground." "You are evil." She wrapped her hand around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." "You can't complain about it. You are my evil contract wife and I'm the sinister husband who compliments your nature." He winked at her, ignoring Olivia who was giving a one person show. "Truer words have never been said." She glanced back at Olivia and wondered, was she going to continue putting up that ridiculous act?

Five rings later. I hadn't scored a single point. The stall owner smiled politely. "Better luck next time." I folded my arms. "This game is definitely rigged." A familiar voice spoke behind me. "No." "It's your aim." I froze. “It's Damein.” The stall owner laughs. "Sir." "Help your girlfriend." We both freeze, both answer together. "She's not my girlfriend." "He's not my husband." Lily laughs. Damien picked up a ring. One throw. Perfect.

Julian asked with a sharp, teasing tone. "I’m your wife, Julian. Isn’t it natural for a wife to want to know what her husband is doing that makes him come home with injuries?" Julian leaned forward, resting both arms on the table. They were close enough now that Claire could see every detail in his dark eyes. "A contract wife, to be precise. But fine. I will answer your curiosity with a question of my own." Claire held her breath, waiting for what the mysterious man would say next. "Claire, if someday you find out I’m not the man you think I am, will you still stay here? If it turns out I’m not just an odd-job man helping Grandpa, will you still be my wife?"

But considering I had only been here for less than a day, starting a war with the household staff didn't seem like the smartest decision. Never mind. I shrugged and continued upstairs. At least, that was what I told myself. Because somehow, that never mind stayed in my head the entire night. The next morning, I woke up with only one goal. Mission One: Find information about the mysterious fiancé. Mission Two: Destroy the engagement. Mission Three: To be determined. After changing clothes, I stepped out of my room and immediately became distracted by the number of rooms occupying the second floor. Curiosity won. Again.

POV: Alexa* My husband remembered exactly how I like my salmon, and it was the most frightening thing he had ever done. I hadn't slept. I had spent the night on the floor of Lily's room, listening to her breathe. Once, I whispered a message into Maya's voicemail, and then I lay there with the question Victor asked me in the mirror. *Do you still love me?* When I came out in the morning, he was already dressed. Not in his work clothes, but in a nice shirt, freshly ironed.

he was trying to convince me. "Takashi, my husband..." I can't stand the fact that I am betraying my husband. "Don't think about your husband Lily. Later you will know everything," Takashi stood up when he heard two women coming into the library. He left me and went out of the library. The girls went to the shelves to look for books. Takashi is such a mysterious man. He knows about medicines. Xavier told me not to believe and trust anyone. My husband will surely be pissed off at me when he knows about this.