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"My husband wouldn't like it." A dangerous smirk curves his lips. The kind that makes my thighs press together instinctively. "Is that so?" His voice drops into that low, teasing register that always drives me crazy. "And what exactly would your husband do if he caught me looking?" I tilt my head, playing along, fighting the smile threatening to break out. "He's very possessive," I say innocently. "Extremely jealous. He's the kind of man who might pin me against the nearest surface and remind me exactly who I belong to."

Georgina complained. "What kind of man do you want?" George asked absentmindedly, playing with my hair. "I want a man as caring as you, George," Georgina boldly said. "Hey! Eyes off my husband! He cannot be replicated. He was made specially for me," I interrupted, drawing George to me and kissing him. "You have heard her, Georgina. I was specially made for my wife," George supported. "You lovebirds are totally made for each other. I give up! Let me go and start searching for my Mr. Right then."

His carefree demeanor had already changed, it changed the minute we pulled out of the cottage’s driveway. I still had no idea what being his wife would entail. He had already set up appointments to add me to several of his bank accounts and holdings. I had told him he didn’t have to, I didn’t want him to think I was using him in any way but he told me he wasn’t worried about it. I had wondered why he hadn’t wanted some type of prenup but the dark side of my brain told me that if we ever divorced and I tried to take from him I’d end up missing. I had quickly shoved that thought from my head. Looking over at him now I wished he would talk to me about what was going on. He of course refused to

She poured waffle batter with ease, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon wafting up as the waffle iron hissed. Their domestic rhythm was seamless—intimate in a way that made his chest ache. He’d lived a hundred mornings, but none had ever felt like this. “I still can’t believe you’re okay with me being… me,” she murmured, not quite looking at him. He froze, barely daring to breathe. ‘He adores you,’ Tempest said, but there was tension in her voice. ‘But you’re thinking about it again.’ ‘I can’t help it. You stole something from me, Tempest. My memories. I deserve to know why.’

"I don't like sharing my man with anyone else, even simple hugs and kisses with you aren't allowed. Our marriage will finally end, especially since you drafted that contract." "I can also nullify it," he suddenly said, looking up at her intently. "What if I really want to leave?" "If that day ever comes, I'll keep you somewhere where I can see you every day." Emma's eyes widened in surprise. It was the first time she felt this man's possessiveness reach an almost obsessive level. Deep inside, she trembled, gently touching his face, "Harry, that's not how you love someone." "Then teach me. I'm a fast learner. I earned my PhD at 22. Just teach me, and I will learn earnestly." He held her hand

Harry falls silent, he realizes that he's talking too much, and that couldn't be in his favor "Harry, it's that I am also feeling things for you, since that kiss I don't stop thinking about you, but seeing you kissing with another woman and more being your cousin caused me a kind of uncontrollable jealousy, and I don't know what to do, because if I like you, I think that to get to a marriage it is necessary first to start a relationship don't you think?" "I don't think so, I'm sure that must be so, but Diane, there is a contract with some clauses, my family knows the dates of the marriage, I can't postpone anything anymore, but I really like you, that's the truth" Harry feels his cheeks blus

The disappointment can be read on her face. Mia approaches her and removes the leaves from Chloe's shoulders. She looks at the workers who prune the green plants not far away. - Chloe, didn't you see that I'm the superfluous person? They are the real lovers. What ? Mr. Joseph and the wicked woman are the real lovers? Chloe is angry. Who would say that her husband and another woman are the real lovers? Is she mad? - You are the wife named by Mrs. Cosey. You are Mr. Joseph's wife by right. Who is she?

she said. “Really? Is it really none of your business? My husband seems to be your business,”she retorted.“I am not the one doing the chasing Peach.Haven't you heard what the say about first love?”she asked. Peach looked at her with hatred.“Haven't you heard about respecting marriages?”she asked.“You are one to say.Remember I was married to that man before and you didn't respect that.How does it feel being on the receiving end of that now?”she asked.“Was.He divorced you for a reason.He had the choice to work things out with you but he chose to marry me and start a new life with me,not you,not you Hermione,”she said.“Well I will be the reason he leaves you.Be very afraid of me because I know

Harry sighed but continued to boil Sarra's brew. "Why not fried?" protested Sarra. "Boiled is healthier," Harry answered. "You're pretty well trained, is cooking your hobby?" "Not really, it's just that I don't like to bother other people when I want to eat home cooked food." "The woman who becomes your wife must be lucky to be cooked by you," said Sarra, keeping her eye on Harry. Harry stopped his movements. "That woman is you!" whispered Harry. "Really? Isn't Angela your future wife?" Sarra reminded Harry of his current status as another woman's fiancé.