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Erica sighed deeply. 'Maybe I should just let him have a child with Irene. That way, Arnold won't pressure me about it,' Erica thought to herself. Unbeknownst to her, tears started to well up in her eyes. No matter what, her heart couldn't bear the thought of her husband being with another woman, even if that woman was her co-wife. "Darling, you're not asleep yet?" Suddenly, Arnold's hoarse voice startled Erica. She felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her close. Arnold pressed his body against her back, reigniting the warmth they had shared earlier. Both of them were still unclothed, heightening the intimate connection between them.

If marrying a ruthless man meant keeping her alive… Then I would do it. I would endure the cold, the distance, and the loveless contract. I set the phone down and exhaled slowly. Then, against my will, Ethan's face surfaced in my mind, his steady gaze, his controlled presence, the sharp edge of confidence he wore like armor. I clenched my fists. I hated that I had noticed. Hated even more that I found him… a little attractive. That was dangerous. And I had a feeling this marriage was going to cost me far more than I was prepared to lose.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

“I need to tell you something, but it’s… a lot. You have to promise me you won’t judge.” Sophia tilted her head, her voice softening. “Amber, whatever it is, I’m not judging. Just talk to me.” Amber exhaled shakily. “Ryan and I… it’s not what it looks like. Our marriage—it’s not real. It’s a contract.” Sophia’s brows shot up. “A contract? What do you mean?”

“Aiyo, don't waste your time, Melari is the new bread of crocodile that master has purchased abroad, you're the only one in my life, prepare wifey, I'm going deeper.” He whispered through his ears, a late warning for Kolein, who had something else to say, but lost the words, and clung his arm, around his hubby's neck, the sweet spot had been hit, toes curled from ecstasy. “Ahhhhhhhhhh.” Two old folks exploring the beauty of flesh, they're married for six hundred years and their passion was still like a newlywed. The storm ended, and he helped his wife to clean. "I think their pheromones are aphrodisiac, what do you think?” Kolein said, and he both nodded, agreeing.

he said and his eyes were filled with pain. "Ms Ana, yes, it was wrong for you to have slept with a man who was married to another and it was wrong for you to have encouraged such romance when he was still married but Ms Thatcher and Mr Scott's marriage was never a union from the beginning. Their reason for divorce had nothing to do with your relationship with Mr Scott," Dr Jerome explained.

Never did I expect that my sweet best friend had this monster side to him. "Leave me, Eric! Just fucking leave me!" I screamed. "Yesterday I let you go to Silas but not today. I have been loving you since the day I met and now I want to marry you." Eric said through his gritted teeth. I spat, "But why don't you understand that I am married. I am already Silas' wife." Eric hissed, "Just leave him and marry me, Bruna. I will keep you happy. I will fulfil all your needs, let it be emotional or physical. I know that disabled husband of yours is a fucking piece of trash who might not be able to satisfy you."

My fingers were interlaced between hers, and she glanced at our conjoined hands and brought up a beaming smile for the first time today, "Let the show begin, should I call you honey? Will that sound convincing?" "Show is it?" I steadied her with a pinning gaze, it's a marriage of convenience, but it's not a fake one, we have legit papers to prove that, I don't like it when she calls it a show. "Watch what you say Mrs.Karwitz, your husband can be bit of an exhibitionist, especially because I haven't got the opportunity to kiss my bride yet." Eriantha giggled, "You leave no opportunity, do you? As far as I remember, you were quite forward about kissing, even when you trapped me to be your wif

With a smile, I completed my sentence. “Just ask yourself Mayra exactly how many times you’ve cried after our marriage.” For few seconds his words started sounding cruel and true but the very next moment when he smirked after looking at my uneasiness, I felt a smile when I remembered the reason of marrying him. A doctor would never be able to hate his patient and here that doctor is wife too. “I better count that exactly how many times you have smiled after our marriage.” I said. His smirk instantly dropped down but instead a small smile curled up on the corner of his lips. His eyes lightens up and without saying anything, he walked out of the room.

My thighs were pressed together so hard under the sheets and it still wasn't enough. I typed with shaking fingers: I'm still married, Sylvester. His reply came in under a minute. ~You're married to a man who doesn't want you and never has. He's never touched you. He's never kissed you the way you deserve to be kissed. He's never made you feel what I make you feel with just a text message at midnight. I closed my eyes. Damn, he knew what he was doing. Knew how my body responded to him. Another buzz.