Novel & Cerita I Was A Male War Bride

He wanted that so much that he was ready to force me into that marriage. I remember there was times when he made me feel loved. As if he really loved me. I was his own daughter for god’s sake! How could he do this to me? The war hadn’t started with gunfire. It had started with ink. And now that I’d seen the signatures— I would make them bleed for every letter. -------------------------------------------

She knew I would use her story to move the masses. "When the war had first started, I found Sonja shell shocked on the battlefield. Her husband was but a farmer, thus couldn't fight alongside her. Instead she had taken her daughters to war. They were culled right before her eyes. Their bodies raped by men who thought they were but spoils of war." No pain crossed her face. Sonja knew better than to let it slip. But I knew she was replaying that dreadful day. Knew that it was killing her inside. They were so young.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

"We decided that in order for peace to be a possibility, we had to unite as a family." I found myself instantly unwilling to hear anything else that my father had to say as his eyes drilled into me. "I and Cavallaro arranged that you would wed his eldest child Damon, who would later become Capo dei Capi of the Familia." I had the sensation of falling. "Why me?"

His jaw flexed. My uncles rolled up and down in chairs beside us as if they wanted to breathe. No one dared contradict him here, my father. Not just for themselves. Unless they didn’t want to be the example which people wanted them to follow. “Marriage is war by other means,” he said flatly. “You’re twenty-seven, and your life is wasted over a little defiance. The Vescari heir will take you, and through you will discover who their loyalties are.” Take you. My pulse spiked.

People were passing by, but couldn't bring myself to take not of whether they were staying to stare or not because of the guy standing in front of me. He looked as pale as I remembered, but he was chatty this time. I gulped and shook my head. Maybe I as losing my mind. This can't be real. "I heard about your stepdad passing too, my condolences," he had a solemn look on his face which he quickly changed to a smile. "I also heard that you got married to that guy and he is your stepbrother and the heir of the Fords generational wealth congratulations," he said, looking genuine, but I couldn't tell for a fact if he truly was.

My mother had lived through it, and now she was making sure I understood the full picture. "Your father," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion, "was much older than me. Our marriage wasn’t planned—it just happened, a coincidence. We didn’t even last a year before the war started. I was so young, barely educated, and suddenly I was a trophy wife. But he loved me, despite what everyone thought."

I turned to the small man and smiled softly at him. He raised his brow like a confused person. I hoped he didn't think I was a flirt or something. I was only doing my job here. I was probably not a great actor. "Hi." He greeted. "Hi." Ace turned to me and grinned hard, placing his arm around my shoulder. "You might be wondering." He stated. "This is my wife." I smiled gently, and uncomfortably too. Those words didn't suit his mouth. "Your wife?!" The man exclaimed.

However, his brown staff matched his brown skin. "You met a few of my business partners at our wedding, isn't it?" "Yes," I smiled. "This is Mr. Alvarado; you couldn't meet him because he was in Paris for his honeymoon." Honeymoon? Who married the old, fat jumbo? "Oh," I simply said. "Mr. Alvarado, this is my beautiful wife, Serena." "My, my! I heard the Don married a beauty, but I never thought she would be this gorgeous; those pictures didn't do you justice, darling." He took my hands to kiss them, but Adriano slapped his hands away.

He didn't even recognize me. When he started to look closer, Evelyn quickly blocked his view. "Babe, this shameless woman keeps saying she's your wife!" Then, she pouted and cried harder. "I'm only thinking about your reputation." Adrian wiped her tears with tender care. "Don't get upset. People like her aren't worth it. You're pregnant, remember? You wanted that painting from the House of Wexley, right? I'll get it for you. Be good." His words humiliated me. I never imagined that after just three years abroad, Adrian would already have an illegitimate child.