Novel & Cerita Edgar And His Destined Wife

Caroline revealed and Alexander blinked. "What do you mean?" He raised the corner of his brows, his wife's name was Katherine Jonas and not Katherine Edward. "There," Caroline pointed at the file. "It is a file about Katherine Edward, and it is the same person as Katherine Jonas." She said and Alexander reached for it as he glanced through it, his eyes settled at the image in the file. "Katherine?" His eyebrows creased at the shocking revelation, he reached for more files as Caroline continued. "Katherine Edward's parents are dead, they died in a car accident and their company went bankrupt, she lost her home and everything and she was taken in by Jonas, a few days later, she got married to

Immediately Eduardo opened the door she freely jumped on him and hugged him tightly. "Oh... Baby I missed you so much... I travelled... I went to go and see my parents and I told them about you. Baby they can't wait to see you... " Eduardo gradually removed her hands that were tight around his shoulders and pushed her away slightly. Doing that he walked back to his seat and stood, he gazed at her in wonder. 'What kind of a girl is this, how on earth did she believe that this marriage was going to work out between us?... Well, that's none of my business.'

This man sitting before me is the one I'm supposed to marry, I want to marry to be more precise. Kai Eldorado, the man who left his world to enter mine. Everyone is scared of him, but I am an exception, because he is madly in love with me.

“Sorry about that. I wasn’t around. I just got back to town.” “Noah?!” Eddy called from the second floor. “Eddy!” Noah called with a cracked voice. He looked up and watched Eddy climb down the stairs. Before Eddy could say another word, he ran up to him and hugged him. “Please don’t tell that douchebag hurt you.” Eddy uttered with his hands buried in his pockets. “He did! He’s getting married today, with a lady he happened to have been dating for years, even before we met. He lied to me.”

A sunny morning.. The gentle and refreshing bridge was blowing that could cheer one up. In the church.. "Mr. Daniel Black,do you want to take Ms. Neha Wade, to be your wife. To be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will you love her and honor her all the days of your life?"

There was nothing else to say. The driver opened the door again. Rowan gestured. “After you.” She stepped in. As the car pulled away, Elara looked out the window and let the reality settle—not dramatically, not painfully. Just fully. She was officially his wife. Not because of love. Not because of fate. But because she had chosen this—with clarity, with control, with her eyes open. And the city did not pause to acknowledge it. Neither did she. They drove on, separate even now, bound by ink and law and silence.

She looked calmer now, yet there was still an unmistakable emptiness in her eyes. Edgar reached for her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it—a tenderness he had never shown his own wife. "Leave Roby, Larisa," he said quietly. "Stop chasing a man who doesn't want you." Larisa slowly turned to face him, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. "What do you mean?" "Let's end this charade," Edgar said urgently, his eyes filled with determination. "Leave him, and I'll divorce Silva. We can leave this place, get married, and start a new life together. I promise I'll make you happier than Roby ever could."

As the grand doors opened and the guests stood, she looked ahead—and there he was. Harrison Salvador. Her soon-to-be husband. Stoic. Emotionless. Handsome in a way that felt intimidating. A stranger dressed in vows neither of them meant. And yet, for all his coldness, his eyes met hers—and for the briefest second, something flickered. Not warmth. Not love. But understanding. They were both prisoners of the same cage, just on opposite sides. And now, they were walking into it together. Tymm took another step, her hand trembling as it clutched her bouquet. The music soared. The lights blurred.

I have made arrangements for the dress and shoe you will wear and you will look good as I show off my , he said as he brushed my hair behind my ears. My stomach fluttered in response. It took a great deal for me not to turn red from his touch. I wiggled out of the chair, standing to face him while backing away slowly, I replied, okay then, tell me the time and place I’ll meet you there. “Oh no no, you’re not” he said quickly, grabbing my wrist to keep me from leaving before saying, “no, we are leaving the house together, for God’s sake we are married now, do you want gossip to spread among my friends and social circle, that we are just married for show”.

“A part of me wants France but another wants Barbados, and there's this tiny, miniscule piece of my heart that wants Italy. I really can't make a decision.” “I guess we will have the wedding whenever you are ready then,” Eduardo said. “As for me, I'd rather we go to the courthouse and get married tomorrow without pomp and pageantry. But because I respect your decision, I will wait until you are ready for your dream wedding.” “Thank you, babe.” I said, pressing a kiss to his nose. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he replied. “You are welcome, baby.” Afterward, he clapped and the lights went off before wrapping his arms around me and spooning me from behind.