Does Dexter Marry Sylvie Novels & Stories

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Sylvie spoke. "We're still married. As long as that's true, you're my husband. If you don't show up to the family dinner tonight, then forget about the divorce." And with that, she hung up. The livestream continued. The camera followed her and Tyler, hand in hand, as they toasted the guests. The comment section brimmed with praise—a match made in heaven, beauty and talent, a perfect pair.

He suddenly stopped, twisted to face him briefly with his hands crossed behind him. “Oh, that’s right. Faith is getting married but don’t say I told you already. I’m sure she will want to tell you all about it herself. Just act surprised, will you? For my sake, please,” he carried walking. Dexter smiled and continued to walk beside him. “I didn’t know she was in a serious relationship.” He wondered loudly, the picture of Mr Burkley’s oldest daughter coming to his mind. They once flirted but he sure was glad that he had not gone any further with her. Still, he cared about her because they practically spent their childhoods together.

"You sound… off." Sylvie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "No, I'm not."she said quietly. "Oh no," Liana replied. "What happened?" Sylvie hesitated, her fingers tightening around her phone. She took a deep shuddering breath, with her eyes welling up with tears "I’m getting married," she said slowly. "Because of the contract. In less than three months." There was a pause on the other end. "But…" Sylvie’s voice trailed off, her heart racing. "I think I’m in love with someone else."

Dexter replied calmly. “Very good,” Mr Sinclair said with satisfaction. “That means after the wedding, it will be finalized.” “Yes,” Dexter answered simply. Wait. The El Caminos and the Sinclairs were merging their companies? But why did it have to wait until after the wedding? My grip tightened slightly around my iPad. I stared at Cassie. Her face was still red with anger. Dexter was still eating as if nothing mattered. Why did it feel like there was no real chemistry between them?

Nina on the other hand was also suprised, she didn't believe her brother would say such a thing, she doesn't believe her brother has any feelings for Kassady, a commoner. Nina stared at Davies in disbelief. A broad smile appeared on Mrs Maras face as she also stared at Davies, though she wasn't convinced that Davies actually loves Kassady, but she loved the fact that they understand each other. "Uh, umm." Nina stammered not knowing what to say. "I love Kassady, she is my wife!" Davies said. Kassady eyes widened as her face gloomed with smile she faced palmed herself so Davies wouldn't see that his words got her

“We can start all over again, Sylvie. You and our son.” “The bond doesn’t matter anymore.” I sneered at him bitterly, “Do you think I don’t know, Lucas? That you are also engaged to someone else? Why don’t you just be faithful to that woman and just forget about me and Oliver? We are happy here. We are happy without you.” “That’s because I thought you were dead!” Lucas answered harshly, like he was starting to lose patience. “If I knew you were alive, I wouldn’t agree to that arrangement, Sylvie!”

All throughout their seven-year marriage, Connor Shaw would always offer prayer and worship to the God of his Fyerian faith before he ravished Sylvie Waverly. As they did the deed before the home altar, Sylvie couldn't stand the pain. She turned around to beg for mercy. "Keep your mask in place, and don't turn around," Connor instructed quietly. Sylvie was briefly startled, but Connor soon made it impossible for her to focus. After some time, she heard him let out a low moan.

DARIAN'S POV I walked through the front door after a very busy day that had drained every ounce of patience I had left. The house was quiet, except for one sound, a quiet cry coming from the living room. Sylvie was curled on the couch. I crossed the room and crouched in front of her. "What happened?" She wiped her face, avoiding my eyes. "I feel like you married me to keep me in this house without doing anything else. I feel unloved."

At 11:00 AM, my husband, Silas Vexille, slowly drowned in our indoor thermal pool. At the time, I was having my usual morning tea with the other mafia wives in the estate's back garden. The pool room was directly above the garden, barely a dozen feet away. Originally, if I had gone back to the main house at 11:00 as usual, I would have had plenty of time to save him. But as fate would have it, Victoria Harrison insisted on inviting us over to her nearby home to see her new pink diamond. At 11:20 AM, my daughter April and I pushed open the doors to the pool room. By then, Silas was already gone. At the lavish funeral, I was devastated, fainting several times. The mourners murmured in sympathy

Exhaling, she said, "I said yes." "What?" She looked up and then patted her head, as if remembering something. "Oh, I see. I never told you. You see, Dexter proposed to me about three weeks ago." Not knowing what to say, I kept a big smile plastered on my face. "Yeah, he did. And when he did, I told him I needed some time to think about it. My last marriage was simply a disaster and I was scared." I dropped the now empty cup on the table. "So, I'm guessing you're over that fear."