Gru And Lucy Married

Noah left me at the altar three times—for his precious Freya. First time? She threatened to jump off a building. Second? Said she was moving abroad. Third? Sent a text saying she was getting forced into some arranged marriage. Noah, usually Mr. Cool, freaked. Left a packed venue and turned me into a total joke. Again. I called him. "If you don't come back today, I'm marrying someone else." He laughed. "Freya's young. You're too old to be playing games, aren't you?" I clutched my phone, heart sinking. He knew Freya was bluffing. Still picked her. That's when I finally gave up. Later, after he'd calmed her down, he came looking for me. "Pick a new wedding date," he said, like it was no big deal. "It'll be even grander this time." A guy's voice cut through, smiling. "Sorry, man. Gotta get my wife on the plane."

Alda was a beautiful, homely lady from a poor background. She had no parents, and she had to bear responsibility for herself and her two sisters. She and her sisters lived in a trailer because they could not afford a proper home for themselves. Though this was the condition Alda was born into, she did not let this define her. Alda was hardworking. She worked two jobs. But these jobs could not pay her enough to provide for herself and her siblings. And for the fact that she got fired, she decided to become a stripper because their wages were better. Micheal saw Alda at the strip club where she was dancing naked and entertaining the men and he decided to sleep with Alda. But unknown to Micheal, Alda was still a virgin. When Micheal found out, he decided to get married to Alda on a contract because his late father wanted him to become responsible by getting married to a virgin before he was able to assume the position of the C.E.O. of his company. Even though Alda agreed to the terms of the contract, and got married to Micheal, it was only the beginning of a miserable life for her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ P.S: I do not own the book cover. Credit goes to the rightful owner. DM to take it down. Social pages: Facebook: @samcrowned Instagram: @sam_crowned1

My boyfriend and I had been together for eight years. We were already discussing marriage when Robbie suddenly asked me to wait a little longer. He said he needed to hold a grand wedding with his first love before he could marry me. Because, as he explained, for his first love—who struggled with anxiety—marriage was her greatest wish in life. He couldn't bear to see her spiral into self-harm under the weight of her illness, so with tears in his eyes, he promised to give her a home. Stunned, I asked what would happen to me. Instead of answering, he snapped impatiently, "Can't you show some empathy? It's just a year or two more. Are you really that desperate to get married? "And another thing… lend me your ring. Let Lucy wear it for now. You won't be needing it anytime soon." I stared at the man before me, someone both familiar and suddenly a stranger, and felt only a cold, hollow ache in my chest. But at last, I saw his true face behind the mask. Later, I chose to attend their wedding. I brought with me a very special blessing.

The 99th time Owen Anderson slides a ring onto my finger, his adopted sister, Monica Morgan, calls again. And just like that, for the 99th time, he ditches me at the altar to be with her, who's having another depressive episode. I'm fed up. I yell after him as he walks away, "Go ahead! Walk out on me, and I swear I'll marry someone else!" He doesn't even flinch. Instead, he snaps, "Can you stop being so unreasonable? We can get married anytime, but Monica's the only sister I've got." Then, he turns and walks away, leaving me standing there like a complete fool. What he doesn't realize is that this time, I mean it. Later, when he gets down on one knee for the 100th time, his older brother, Chris, slips an arm around my waist and says, "Sorry, Owen. She's your sister-in-law now."

For years I was humiliated by Morgan, until one day my mother married his father and our destiny made us step-siblings. However, no one thought that living so close together would open our hearts to each other without any feelings. "I'm sorry Lexa, but if I don't have you, no one will have you!" "We are brothers, you can't..." I said before

Five years ago, I died—my life as Irene Lancaster ended, along with the child in my womb. Pushed off a cliff by the woman who bore the man I once loved. But the true betrayal? He made her do it. To them, I was nothing. A mistake. An obstacle to be removed. But I survived. And now, I’ve returned with a new name, a new face, and the wealth and power of the richest man in the country. I came back for one reason—revenge. Cold. Ruthless. Nothing else mattered. Not even him. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. And the heart I thought had turned to stone... still remembers what it was like to love the one who destroyed it.

"So reject me now. Reject me as your mate let us be done with this!!" “Let me forget that I was ever married to you!” Viola shook her head slowly, tears blurring her vision. "And tempt fate?!” “No Leonardo! I will not give you, or our enemies the satisfaction!” Viola walked away with her head held up high, managing to withhold her tears till she got out of the room. …. Viola Santangelo, beautiful and fierce, prophesied to inherit an impressive amount of power has been sheltered by her grandfather her whole life. Now, her grandfather wants her to marry the daring and powerful Alpha King Leonardo Durante who has never had a girlfriend for longer than three months. Their union has been fated by the moon goddess herself and a prophesy that has been foretold right after her birth. Leonardo is determined to hate his new bride and mate, after all she was just a pawn in their game of power and werewolf politics, a trophy to have. And with Viola being plunged into the world of the supernatural very quickly, she finds out that she has a lot to learn, about her powers and her heritage and whether or not she wants to be married to the Alpha King, a position that is not only dangerous but highly sought after.

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

Elara, the wolfless daughter of a powerful Alpha, has always been overlooked and mistreated. Her life takes a drastic turn when the ruthless Lycan King arrives with an unthinkable proposal: marry him for the protection of her pack. Betrayed, wronged, and nearly killed, Elara is left on the brink of despair as she battles against her domineering Alpha, her venomous step-sister, and her own growing desires. Just as she begins to believe she can trust the King, he whispers, "I'll wait for the day you beg me," leaving Elara torn between her duty and desire. Will she submit to the King's demands or fight for her freedom? The answer lies in the shadows, where desire and danger intertwine.

He was arrogant, wealthy, and cold-hearted the last person I ever thought I’d end up married to. But when desperation knocked on my door, and I needed a sponsor to stay in school, he was the only one who answered. The contract was simple: no feelings, no drama, no strings attached. But in a house filled with secrets, stolen glances, and unexpected touches, lines began to blur. I swore I wouldn’t fall for him. He swore he didn’t have a heart. Now we’re married for the world to see… But what happens when the fake starts to feel real? I thought I signed a contract. I didn’t know I was signing my heart away.