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He hurries to pull me up before I could say a thing his phone rings. "I- I have to take this." With that, my husband leaves his naked wife in the room to tend to business. I stood flabbergasted and with 100% realization. Romance is dead. ~~~~'

Find the titles below: BILLIONAIRE'S SWEETHEART OWNED BY THE MAFIA KING MR. CEO PLEASE LOVE OUR MUMMY TRAPPED BY THE COLD HEARTED BILLIONAIRE MY COLD HEARTED CEO'S SECRET LOVE: MY REBORN WIFE Lastly, Ian's story is titled: ♤ Dear Stranger, Marry me again.♤ [BLURB]♤♤♤♤♤ My husband is a stranger. Everyone says I was madly in love with him, that I couldn’t wait to marry him. But when I look into his eyes, all I see is darkness. Cold. And Bottomless.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

I had my fiancé jacket over my shoulders, while I was talking to him, and I could feel a part of me opening up to him again, and I wondered if it was cheating, even when our marriage was based on just business. “ You should go” I pushed him up. Not wanting to get deeper into the water that I found myself in. “ You should leave” I stood up, trying to search for Julia when my feet faltered, and I took steps back, only to land in sturdy arms. I stayed for a beat, his scent lingering into my nostrils before I pushed myself up, dusting his hands from my body, before I strolled off. “ Leave Ryan, I don't want to see you here” I shoved him off.

"What?" He stepped even closer and I stopped, breathing in his hair. "I promise, Ana," he whispered, "I will give you enough time and space to think about letting me into your life as a lover... But, trust me on this. Greyson is not a good man and he never treats his women in any good ways. People talk and rumours spread. He has a reputation. A bad one. I don't want to see you get hurt."

Despair weighed heavily upon my trembling body. But Damian yet remained unaffected, his gaze void of any warmth or understanding. "I’ve told you countless times, contract wife, I am not my father. Your dreams hold no meaning to me," he uttered, his voice devoid of empathy. "Your ambitions are irrelevant. You are here to serve me and fulfill my desires. Your emotions, as long as they don't disrupt this façade of a marriage, are inconsequential..." His words trailed off as he approached me. How could someone be so devoid of emotion and empathy? How could anyone be this heartless?

Anastasia Orlov,my wife, lying next to me like she belongs there. My hand moves almost on instinct, fingers itching to touch her, to trace the curve of her cheek. But I stop myself just inches away. If I touch her, if I give in to that urge, it’ll break the spell. And I know as well as anyone that the moment the spell breaks, we go back to what we were—strangers under the same roof, a marriage built on business interest and revenge. This thing between us won’t last. Itcan’tlast. I swallow hard, trying to bury the gnawing feeling inside me, but it’s there, persistent and irritating.

and my demons, but Daniel kept that last bit to himself before Caroline kissed him on the lips, getting lost in another wave of lust and desire that was stirring between them in the early dusk of the first day of their marriage life. ***** Caroline was humming when she was alone in the library, the only place that she wanted to spend her time when Daniel was away from their home. He has some business in Royal Molftus and it has been a week since their marriage. It has been spectacular until now. Caroline was reading a book that belonged to her husband. The title was Exile by a group of people that somehow they have the ‘-son’ in their last night. Plus, she discovered that there were like fi