Fierce Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sooner or later, Daniela would come back and take her position as his wife. I wasn’t worthy of being married to a rich man. Besides, the basis for the marriage would be lies. I wasn’t Uma Kavanagh. I was Fiona, the illegitimate daughter of Cathal, whom he hated with all his strength. “Don’t look at me like that, ginger. We are getting married in a month. I will have you in my bed every night,” he said as he inched closer. I walked back until he cornered me by the door. “This marriage will be real in every sense of the word. You are mine, Uma Kavanagh, and I will never stop reminding you.”

I inquired coldly as we walked side by side. "Cancel the arrangement?" I suggested, fully aware that my proposal would likely provoke disdain. Her reaction confirmed my expectations. Her expression twisted with evident disgust at the mere suggestion. "See, you don’t even want it," I stated, taking a step forward and walking past her. Fiona is undeniably stunning, elegant, wealthy, and intelligent—everything that epitomizes a woman's dream. She's the envy of many for her possessions and her charismatic personality. To the outside world, she is kind, caring, and loving. But that's merely the façade she presents. Only I know the real Fiona, and that reality is precisely why I am hesitant to go

I just want to make the both of them happy, after all there both pass through. I have to get close to Fiona and take her out to make her husband jealous and for him to explode

She looked so fierce with her voice thundering in anger, her dark brown eyes lighter with the fire of her fury. She has never looked so hot to me than she did at that moment. I never knew she had such fire in her. Where has she been hiding it all these while. I have never seen Kamaria react this emotionally to anything in our five years of marriage and I must say I like it. Too bad that things are ending, but I wasn't done needling her. "Yeah right, you were forced and that is why you looked so happy and radiant during our wedding," I snarled with a look of disgust on my face, my tone taunting.

If he thinks the only way to prove this is real is to burn the system down with him, then that’s what we do. **E: I’m not a fan of Darius. Never have been. The arranged marriage is legacy bullshit my family shoved down my throat since I was born. I’m not marrying a marble statue for bloodline points. I want the scarred kid who kissed me like he was starving. And if that means flipping the board, the Fang, the accords themselves—then hell or high water, I’m flipping.** She didn’t wait for replies. She was already moving. Out the door.

There was something about her fiery spirit that intrigued him. Back at the Anderson residence, Eric had been digging up between Felix and Marianne's marriage. He wanted to prove to his father that it was all fake, but when he found out that they got a legal wedding, he stopped digging and wanted to find new issues regarding the two of them; he wanted to ruin them.

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

I watched Karen from inside the car I got a ride with the Fedory couple who were considering having my mercy. The sound of the Wedding March is perfect to be heard while torturing someone, it will be part of my playlist. I snapped my fingers, exuberant, watching the two soldiers slit the throats of the guests with waxed thread, the opportune moment of prayer before the marriage pact where Karen's blood would be drawn.

"You're not just my wife now, Muna. You're my partner. My equal in this empire we're going to build." Her head snapped up. "What?" Felix rose and walked to the window. The city spread out below his city, built on drugs, fear, and betrayal. “This marriage isn’t only about revenge,” he said coldly. It isn’t just about our fathers’ deal. It’s about power. Real power He turned back to her, his eyes burning with ambition that made him look almost mad. "Romano connections, Castelli muscle. Your brain, my brutality. Together, we don't just control the East Coast,we own it from Miami to Boston."

But he married Fabe Everette, a nobody, which broke the heart of all women who fantasized him head over heels. Over two years of marriage, Fabe tried hard to prove herself worthy of Bryce's love. She wanted him to love her, how she learned to love him and fulfill her duty as a good wife. Fabe serves him well and supports him but, above all, endures mockery and embarrassment.