Five Years Married To Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

Of course he was too young when it happened and to survive in this world with no support, no one to be by his side… He must be miserable to reach this point of coldness… “How did they get married?” “Contract marriage. For business. Veronica told me they were in the same college, he was fine there, a good man but years later when they got married, he had changed.” What the- College? Wasn’t he a kid back then? “But soon she only wanted to leave him. He restricted her life to the point she couldn’t breathe without his permission.” “Wait, wait, wait. Mother’s death after college? But, didn’t his parents die when he was twelve?” I questioned, tilting my head in confusion.

There seemed to be other reasons as well, but he didn't want to talk about them. Because his mother was very materialistic and didn't care about his affairs. Brad also said that after they got married, they wouldn't go back to the Spader family and would always live outside. Tara knew all this in her heart. She closed the door and started the wheelchair to go back inside. Mrs. Spader looked down at Tara and asked: "Are you two living together?" Tara said: "Not yet. My legs are injured, and Brad is taking care of me right now."

After all, she was indebted to them for saving her from the orphanage that had cruelly treated her for years. "Clayton Bradford will be coming tonight," Mr. Hilton said while they were having lunch. Olivia's temples scrunched into a frown. It was the first time she had heard the name. Mrs. Hilton dabbed her mouth with a napkin. "Clayton is from one of the most prestigious families in the country. His father Grey Bradford is a wealthy businessman. His mother Lily Bradford owns a chain of hotels and restaurants worldwide. Clayton and Caroline were arranged to get married. Clayton liked Caroline a lot.”

"Did you hear what he said? He thought fifty million dollars was cheap." As they talked, Mr. Bradford turned to Claire again, staring at her in awe. "Oh, my god! He is totally into you," Mara excitedly said. "Let's look him up," Mara suggested before searching the internet. They found a profile of Clinton Bradford, but it has not been updated for years. There were images of him standing behind a vineyard, a huge house, and a luxury car. "This looks like him," Mara remarked. "Yes, only younger," Claire noted. No matter how much she searched through the profile, she could not find any recent photo, but this man before them undoubtedly was Clinton Bradford.

A message popped up on the screen. "How does it feel to be the mistress, Ms. Bradford? You'll spend the rest of your life living in my shadow as the legal wife." Danielle Bradford's heart tightened in a suffocating grip. With trembling fingers, she looked at the clerk and whispered, "Could you please… check Matthew's marriage record as well?" The printer spat out a sheet of paper. It looked so light, yet holding it in her palm felt unbearably heavy. The record clearly listed Meghan Landry as Matthew's spouse, with a marriage date from seven years ago.

He had never once worn a wedding ring; the pair from their ceremony had been removed immediately after the wedding and left to gather dust somewhere unknown. "Yes, I've been married for five years now," she replied calmly. "My husband's last name is Bradford."

"I'm serious, Tessa. You and Kevin are legally married. I would only be the other man between you, so isn't it better if I just let you two be?" Tessa instantly raised her voice. "I only married him to fulfill his dying wish! We've been together for five years. Do you seriously think you can just put all of it behind you just like that?" It was true that five years of love wasn't something a person could just let go of easily. Nevertheless, I'd already stopped hoping for anything from Tessa. I believed time would heal everything. "Even if we were together for five years, you deceived me for three. How can you still expect me to stay with you? Besides, Kevin is your lawful husband now."

“Also, I wanted to see you personally because even if Patricia said you were willing to marry him. I needed to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into and you’re prepared for it. You’re very young and he’s forty-one. It’s not exactly the normal kind of marriage you must know. Mr Buford can be…how do I say this? Cold, hardheaded. By his words, you’d be just his nominal wife. You’re to abide by his rules and anything he says and does with no complaints.” So he just needed a docile submissive wife. I never imagined ending up in a loveless marriage but I didn’t have a choice right now. If I run away, Patricia would surely end Grandma’s treatment. She has no heart. I recalled the on

As he drove her toward their destination, she looked at him and asked, “Let me make this clear, Vivian is actually your mother. Then why did she introduce you as her husband?” “Call it… mother’s pride,” Brad answered, glancing at her. “You see, it’s been just my mom and I for a long time since my dad’s untimely death. Everywhere we go, she always does that.” Alexa let out a shaky breath, sinking it in. “So… you don't... have a wife?” Brad glanced at her with a smile. “None. I've had girlfriends though, but they never worked out.” Alexa just nodded and looked away, out the window, trying so hard to hide the smile on her face. It was unbelievable.

“Then tell me what concern is.” Margaret’s voice rose by half a note. She turned toward Rebecca, who stood in the corner with her hands at her sides. The contempt in Margaret’s eyes was no longer being concealed. “She has been married into the Bradford family for three years and has contributed nothing. No child. No social value. She cannot even manage a proper dinner. The last time I brought guests here, the soup she served was cold.” Rebecca’s lashes trembled.