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Seraphina’s POV “What is this? Expired canned sardines?” Dante’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and accusing. My heart skipped a beat. “Calliope, you’ve been married to me for three years, and you still don’t know I’m allergic to nuts and seafood? Tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?” Dante, my husband, dressed in a tailored English suit, sat at the jasmine-covered dining table, looking as commanding as ever. He never allowed anyone to contradict him—not even me, his wife.

It was uncomfortable and I kept sliding to one side but it was okay. "What do we have here?" "More than you can stomach which is why I asked you to take your beauty sleep." That makes me anxious. Patrick had already attached the pendrive and opened the necessary windows. He pointed to one and moved a cursor over the names of all the men involved in this wife exchanging flesh trade. "These are the names. I actually found three such documents of the name list, and in each, more names were added, meaning that more men are enjoying this wife exchanging thing."

The smoke drifted into the night, but her unease only deepened. That was when she came across a social media post from one of Valdoria's most powerful families. They had just announced a wedding, and I was the groom. Eunice's face went pale, and she almost collapsed on the spot. "So it was her!" Felicia Huxton, the daughter of Valdoria's richest man, was also my first love. Back when Eunice proposed to me, Felicia had caused a scene at our engagement party and even gotten into a physical fight with her.

Don't touch them. Xavier:Shut up Elena..You are my wife..And Ye paap kyun lagega.. Nan:I am your wife..You can't touch my feet.. Xavier: Really then why did you touch mine Everytime.. Nan: Because you are my husband and I want to take your blessings..Kyunki aap sirf Meri Pati nahi ho mere liye aap Meri Parameshwar ho..Mujhe aap mein Mera Rab dikhta hain.. I know Sab soch rahe honge ki Husband is not God he is just a huXavier being and all.. I don't know about others husband Xavier but you are God to me..No one can protect or Love me like you..No one..You deserve to be my God..You deserve my respect..You deserve my love Xavier.. I know some will give lectures ki it is 21 century..You should n

••ARABELLA POV•• "Shameless? I don’t think so," he smirked with a flirty smile on his face. "After all, I’m your husband, and it’s my job to make all your fantasies come true, so it's one of my duties." "Yes, I read that, a good husband treats his wife well, and respects her," Abigail supported Xander's statement, holding up her phone, "how to be a perfect husband! It's an article Mommy, in that this content exists."

Eric immediately took a small wooden box and opened it, he immediately hugged his chest and gasped, making Henry afraid to hug him tightly and ask what was wrong. "Darling husband, I feel like I've become a rich hegemon overnight." Hearing Eric calls him that, Henry happily hugged Eric and picked him up and hugged him so that he could sit on his lap. He kissed Eric on the lips and whispered. “So now the wife is richer than the husband. The wife must remember to take care of her husband more than that.” "Don't worry, I won't mistreat you." Eric followed along with laughter, Nathan at this time ran in. He heard that there was a letter from the Imperial City, thinking there would be a letter fr

My thumb brushed over the edge of the page. There was more. A lot more. And for the first time in five years, I was holding something that contained Dominic’s side of the story. Not the man I had known. Not the husband who barely looked at me. Not the man who signed our divorce papers. But the man who had been living inside his own head while I was living inside our marriage. I swallowed. Then I turned the page.

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

"Who was that?" The manila envelope felt slick. My throat tightened. There was no easy way. No soft landing. Just the jagged truth Ethan had dropped into the center of my carefully curated new life. "That," I managed, my voice sounding rough, unfamiliar, "was Ethan Blackwell." I held up the envelope slightly, a useless gesture. "My... husband." The word tasted like ash. "Or soon-to-be ex-husband. He brought these. Signed."

I say, hanging up my phone and taking a deep breath, I really love this man. Fucking Ryan and the freaking Bennetts. The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, sealing me and Dale inside the mirrored box. My reflection stared back at me, too composed for how wrecked I felt inside. I pressed my head lightly against the cool metal wall and let out another breath, slower this time, like I was trying to keep myself from splintering. An hour ago, I had been naked in Marcus’s office, laughing, breathless, wanted. Now I was holding a document that said my marriage was forever.