Five Years Married To Mr Bradford Novels & Stories

She was flabbergasted! "But…" "Not buts. He has always had his eyes on you. Before leaving for college, he told me to take good care of you for him. He promised me he was going to come back and marry you after he was done with his studies and establishing his hospital. He has done that and now, he's coming to marry you. That's why I kept tabs on you, that's why I prevented you from getting intimate with the guys you dated. Reid Bradfords is one of the most eligible bachelors in this country and you are going to be his wife. This is what I mean when I told you that I had everything mapped out for you."

“I remember.” “I could tolerate weeks of not seeing Helene because she always traveled, or always with friends at parties. But with Arianna… I just want to be with her always. I’m always missing her. She had become like a second skin. If I can convince her to marry me soon, that’ll be awesome. I know it’s too early and she’s quite young. That is literally the only reason that’s stopping me from strapping her to the car and bringing her to get a marriage license.” Brad’s smile was sad on his end. “Your father bet you’ll not last the month and you’ll end up living here more than you stay in the city. I bet against him. He won.”

“Mr. Brad, you claim that Chloe’s marriage was over. Yet, did she ever tell you she was planning to divorce her husband?” Brad hesitated. “Not exactly, but she said things were bad between them.” “Bad, but not over,” Mr. Collins pointed out. “And during this time, you pursued a married woman, knowing full well the potential consequences?” Brad’s smirk faded slightly. “It wasn’t just me. It was mutual.” “Mutual?” Mr. Collins echoed. “Yet, you continued the relationship, despite knowing that she was still married?” “Yes,” Brad said, his voice less certain now.

The weight of the new title settles on Elizabeth's shoulders, and a mix of emotions swirls within her—excitement, nervousness, and a touch of uncertainty as she navigates this new chapter of her life as Dominic's wife. Elizabeth manages a shy smile in response to the maid's greeting, her mind filled with thoughts of the future and the journey she has embarked upon with Dominic. She takes a deep breath, reminding herself of the love they share and the adventures that lie ahead. With Dominic by her side, she finds the strength to embrace her new role as Mrs. Bradford, ready to face whatever challenges and joys await them on their path together.

Bradley smiled and looked at her mysteriously, "Little girl, it's not easy for me in this life. I've waited for your mother to marry me for so long and I am old. Your mother gives me a little chance now, so I need to take the opportunity to please her. I'll use my sincerity to move her." Marilyn kept nodding. "Mr. Greer, I am on your side. If my mother agrees to marry you, I'll also agree with both hands raised." "Really?" Bradley narrowed his eyes. "Yes! Mr. Greer, it's real." Marilyn nodded heavily. "I'll be very happy about my mother's happiness." "Girl, I like your kindness and filial piety." Bradley was overjoyed.

It was all there. A one-year marriage. Appearances at events, shared living arrangements, public displays of affection when necessary. And, at the end of it all, five million dollars. She glanced up at Damien. “You really trust me with this?” His smirk softened just slightly. “I wouldn’t have picked you if I didn’t.” She hesitated only for a moment before grabbing the pen. Then, with a deep breath— She signed her name. Damien followed, his signature smooth and confident. The deal was sealed. They were getting married. —

The words stung a little, reminding me of everything I didn’t have with Rowan. "He looks like he adored you," I said, pushing away the sad thoughts. "He did. And I adored him." Grandma's eyes grew misty. "Fifty-two years we had together. Not long enough, but every day was a gift." "Marriage isn’t about perfection, Janet," she said, her voice gentle but knowing. "It’s about finding someone who makes even the imperfect moments beautiful." Her voice carried such warmth, such joy, that I found myself forgetting all about Rowan’s deception.

He should not have let him walk away like that. Bridget smiled and shook her head, "no, I didn't tell you this because I thought that this person was not going to show up in my life again. Five yeara ago, I was married to someone else who abandoned me before I met my current ex husband. I guess you can say that he is my ex ex husband ?" Bridget tried to make a joke but Mark did not laugh. He was waiting for her to explain everything well to him.

Now she and I are divorced, more precisely 2 years ago we divorced. "What do you mean, Mr Raga? So Mr Raga is a widower?" Naomi asked. Raga nodded "That's right. I'm a widower. I'm sorry in advance, maybe this fact makes you all feel disappointed in me. From the start I also didn't want to be in this position, being crazy about you guys. But what can I do? I've tried to ignore it but you guys keep chasing me . Once again, I am sorry."

"It's time to make this official." "Marcus, this has to be—" My voice broke. "Please tell me you're joking." "Do I look like I'm joking?" He snapped. "I've never been more serious in my life." "We're married. You and I. We’ve been married for five years…" "So what?" His face twisted with disgust. "Five years, and what have you contributed to my life? To this marriage? You're not educated. You didn't finish college. You know nothing about business. You can't hold a conversation with my colleagues without embarrassing yourself."