Novel & Cerita Fiction Made Me His Wife

She did not want us to marry that's why she made me leave the country with trick and made you belive , I ran away from wedding and did not wanted to marry you". Vian suddenly felt his head was spinning, he held his car body to support him. “Vian, are you okay?”: She asked with concern. She touched his shoulder but he removed her hand and said:” Sarah , wedding….you wanted to say I was going to marry you?”. Sarah nodded, Vian held his head with both hands. He tried to remember his past but only blurred images were coming in front of his eyes. He looked at Sarah and said:” I am sorry, I did not recognize you “. He finishes the sentence, immediately sits in his car and leaves without heari

My insipid, odorless, insignificant wife had cut out the photo, pasted her face over the woman’s, and framed it, as if she and Jorel Clifford were a couple. Was Olívia enduring all my humiliation because she was waiting for Jorel? Did she hope he’d come back for her? I recalled the dinner with Ernest Abertton and his family, something about the younger sister saying Olívia liked my brother. I tried to remember exactly what was said, but it was fuzzy, and the effort only worsened my headache. I heard a crack as the glass in the frame shattered under the pressure of my fingers on the fake image. My wife and Jorel, smiling like a happy couple.

"I'll just leave this here. I'll be in my study room if you need me." "I won't ever need you." I told him softly. "Tell me, how was she like for you?" I said, slowly sliding off the bed. He furrowed a brow. "Your ex-wife. Was she a good wife to you? Was she perfect? Did she make you worry? Did she stress you like I'm doing now? And come to think of it," I snorted. "You had a wife before. But not once did you even give up the slightest hint that you were married. You're really good, Mariano. You're so good at fooling and deceiving people. Making them fall in love with you only for them to realize that everything had been a Fake from the very beginning. Hmph, what a gorgeous epitome of disaste

Ella immediately felt bad energy emanating from her. "And you are?" she asked, voice sugary but sharp. Before Ella could answer, Chase stepped slightly forward. "This is Ella and she’s my wife. Is there a problem with that?" The woman’s eyes lingered on Ella for an uncomfortable moment, then slowly curved into a half-smile. "Not at all," she said, though her tone said otherwise. "Just didn’t think you were the ‘wife’ type, Chase." Ella stared back through her mask, her chin lifted just enough to mean a slur.

Her mouth was agape and shock was well inscribed in her eyes and her eyes widened like saucers. "But I don't understand who would do such a thing?" I asked. " Isn't it obvious, it is Beth! Think about it, your husband... Doting husband, helps you clear bad press because he's insanely in love with you!" Oh, that reminded me. Crystal didn't know that it was a fake marriage and nothing of that was real in any way, I had to tell her that at least, she needed to know that I was a cheap paid actress who over did her acting give and actually fell in love with the character I was potraying,'the loving wife of the billionaire'

He asked for a hug which I gladly oblige. "I miss you wife!" He whispered then he kiss my temple. I softly hit him. "We're just together this morning!" He chuckled. “So what? I always miss you every seconds when you are not with me.” I rolled my eyes. "Liar!" I pulled him towards the sofa where the people who will do the costumes for the party is. "Good afternoon Mr. Ottave!" They said while giggling. I just shook my head. My husband is very handsome that’s why I’m so used to that kind of reaction.

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

She just didn’t think it was fair. He gave her a way out after their deal was completed. So, she didn’t really have anything to lose. She’d just have to pretend to be a nice wife for a while. No one would have to know about the real reason behind it. Only her and Scott. So, she’d start pretending, even if it meant omitting some things from her parents. And from herself. She would ignore her feelings for Scott and play her part. The role of a great wife that a CEO like him deserved.

It dripped with sarcasm and just a tinge of anger. “I’m here to see my wife. Is that a problem?” Mason responded. My wife. Funny how the first time I had ever heard him call me “wife” was the time I actually wasn’t. “Really?” Raiden smirked. “Then what on earth did Florence, Anna, and I celebrate a few nights ago? Was it not the end of this disastrous marriage?” I knew he was toying with him. We hadn’t celebrated anything, but Mason wouldn’t know that. I turned to look at my ex-husband—he was all but ripping Raiden’s head off his body.

But for the first time since their marriage began, she hadn't felt like a stranger sharing his house. She had felt... chosen. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure she didn't wake him. She paused at the bedroom door and looked back one last time. "Sleep a little longer," she whispered. Then she quietly left. *** The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee twenty minutes later. Jessica wasn't much of a cook, but she knew enough to prepare breakfast. Eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. Nothing fancy. Just normal. Something married couples did.She found herself smiling again. Maybe this could be a new beginning.