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Harry tried to verify again. "She walked out of the mansion herself then took a and head towards Arthur's mansion by herself, sir." Horace explained further. Harry was enraged. He wondered if Debby was aware they were married. Although this marriage was an arranged marriage, with no love in place, he still believe that Debby needed to respect their temporary union. He clenched his hands into a fist and all he was so enraged, he just want to would burn down Debby and her ex boyfriend alive, alongside the entire building.

Rose unconsciously kept on stepping back while he kept on stepping forward. "I-I-I-It's just I think she can make you happy and you both will be really happy together. She's really a nice girl and ahh." She yelped loudly when her back hit the wall and Harry slammed his free hand on the wall beside her head. "You want your husband to fucking marry another woman. Are you nuts?" He rasped right on her face making her press her head against the wall in anticipation. "I considered that little girl as my sister. I have never in million years looked at her in that way. You have lost your fucking mind!" Harry spit those words right on her face as he leaned impossibly close letting the tip of their n

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

Charles raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he glanced at Ivan. “You’re just going to let her say that?” Charles asked Ivan mockingly, his tone laced with derision. Ivan shot him a deadly glare, but before he could respond, Heinz slammed his hand against the armrest of the chair he was standing near. “A contract?” Heinz repeated, his voice dripping with contempt. “What kind of nonsense is this? Marriage isn’t a contract! It’s a bond—a commitment to family. And you,” he said, pointing at Alysha, “are a part of this family whether you like it or not!”

With an air of arrogance and no sense of shame, Harry proclaimed, "Mabel, you have no one left to rely on now. Your defeat is certain. "Stop making futile struggles, it's useless! Not only do I have the life of Woody, but yours as well. Just accept your fate! "Just follow me home, and tonight, we will consummate our marriage. If you make me happy, I might overlook everything and make you my wife. Otherwise, don't even think about becoming a mistress, you will be nothing more than my plaything!" Mabel retorted angrily, "In your dreams!"

Harry tried to verify again. "She walked out of the mansion herself then took a and head towards Arthur's mansion by herself, sir." Horace explained further. Harry was enraged. He wondered if Debby was aware they were married. Although this marriage was an arranged marriage, with no love in place, he still believes that Debby needed to respect their temporary union. He clenched his hands into a fist and all he was so enraged, he just want to would burn down Debby and her ex boyfriend alive, alongside the entire building.

“Funny you should say that.” Brandon’s playful expression faltered as he took the documents from my hand. His brows furrowed as he skimmed the first page. “A marriage contract? You already had it drafted.” I nodded. “I had it drafted earlier. Look it over.” His eyes flicked back to the paper, scanning the terms. “So, this is what you wanted from me,” he murmured. His tone was unreadable, but something about it made my stomach twist.

“I don’t mind.” Naomi stared at him as if he had completely lost his mind. “Are you serious?” “This wouldn’t be a real marriage.” “It’s still a marriage!” Naomi snapped. “A contract.” “It’s still a marriage!” Honestly, Naomi was beginning to think that Cale and Chris were equally infuriating. Was it because they were brothers? “A marriage contract,” Chris corrected firmly. Naomi nearly grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Meanwhile, Chris looked far too relaxed for someone who had just agreed to what was arguably the craziest proposal of his life.

Lily felt tears coming to her eyes, and she blinked several times to stop it from happening. “You are already determined to pull through with this. It was never going to be easy, but you cannot afford to make mistakes now,” Lily reminded herself firmly. And with that, Lily got up from the bed and walked towards Christopher. “What is it?” She asked. “What was that about?” Christopher asked, but he did not turn around to face Lily. “Kissing my husband?” Lily said. “Ashley, this is not a marriage of love. This is a contract marriage and you know it. We have already established the rules,” Christopher’s tone was deeply harsh.

“Already written. But I can make it vaguer. Give me one real detail.” “He uses thirty dollar shampoo from France.” Dead silence. “That’s what you’re giving me.” “Take it or leave it.” She takes it. I hang up and stare at the ceiling. The contract is working. The public believes it. And I’m lying to my best friend, the person who knows me better than anyone, about what this actually is. My phone rings. Adrian. “I saw the blog post.” “Victor is delighted,” he says before I can apologize. “He is?”