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After two hours, a young lady emerged from the court house accompanied by an attractive gentleman. Jane held the crimson booklet, still finding it hard to believe. She had married in such a hasty manner, and worse still, with a stranger from a one-night stand. To make matters worse, the person she married was the third heir of the Wolfe family, who had a swarm of women vying for his attention in New York. "Miss Austen, congratulations on your wedding!" Damien suddenly said.

xiana nodded to him "You're married?" Amanda smiled as she showed her engagement ring "Wow when is the wedding?" xiana asked happily "Nexy year pa," "Congratulations Amanda" he just smiled at her "Come in, sir, maybe you're getting impatient" xiana nodded then she entered and saw her husband who was busy, the papers were piled high on his desk so she approached him but he didn't notice her. He was busy with what he had just read and signed, so he just sat on the sofa and read a wet magazine but he glanced at his wife, he didn't really look down at the papers so xiana bit her lip

I know that I am not the best and I am still a dust from the writers all over the globe—but thank you so much for appreciating my work. I will see you soon with my new works under GoodNovel again! **** “OH! OH! JOSTEIN SO DEEP!” the young lady Keesha is moaning in pleasure when his husband’s member is deep inside of her wet and raw private organ. Jostein is enjoying the view when she is twerking against him. “Ahh. . . so wet,” he is moaning too—as the young lady Keesha Monteverde is moving to her will. Her husband is grinding his body with her.

At the marriage alliance banquet, Zachary Pendleton, the only son of General Alfred Pendleton, publicly declared that he had no interest in women. “I cannot enter such an alliance. Any young lady marrying me would be ruined by our union.” The hall lapsed into silence as all eyes turned to him at once. Still, Zachary stood there with an air of indifference, as though he saw nothing improper in his words. I studied him with curiosity and found my interest unexpectedly piqued.

She cursed underneath and looked around ferociously. “Henrietta, have you heard about the news?” Maggie spoke from behind, making Henrietta pivot around. “What news?” She pretended not to know what she was about to say. Judging by the dirty smirk on her face she knew she was going to threaten her or mock her. “Your ex husband is getting married tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” Her eyes popped up bewilderingly. She literally was surprised as she knew about the marriage but she never expected it to be the next day.

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

RAVEN It's been a month since papa bombarded me with the news of me getting married and here today I'm getting ready in my white gown to get married to a man whom I didn't even get to meet once. Everything happened in a jiffy. Papa didn't talk to me properly last month. He just went ahead and started preparing for my marriage owing to the fact that mama wasn't alive to do so. Noah consoled me whenever I broke down into tears due to papa's behavior. His consolation always held two things.

She began to misbehave with Jonathan's smile, which never faded. Slowly, the man descended the stairs and invited Elena to sit on the sofa, without a hint of his smile fading. "I'm sorry, darling; I didn't realize how much of a struggle it is for you; being a wife and mother is not easy. Therefore, I want to give you a gift. I hope you like it." Jonathan handed his wife a brown folder, which made Elena's eyes round. Could it be a shareholding letter in the H&E Group? "Wha--what's this?" Elena stammered.

“There’s no ‘you and me,’ Stick-Figure. Got it?” “I, Olívia Abertton—no, Olívia Clifford now—take you, Gabe Clifford, as my lawful husband. I promise to be faithful, to love and honor you, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, all the days of our lives, until death do us part.” Gabe leaned closer again, his cologne flooding my senses, practically intoxicating me with raw, unfiltered masculinity. “What’s wrong with you?” His voice was so harsh it sent a chill down my spine, his warm breath grazing my skin.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.