Novel & Cerita Is Andrew Koji Married

“And that's because I couldn't meet with them. You know that!” “Meet with who?” I asked. They both glanced at me as if they were shocked I was still standing there. “Lady Hiroshima. The first lady of the Hiroshima clan, and wannabe successor,” Andrew revealed, stuffing the last of his sandwich into his mouth. “Word around says she's slowly poisoning her husband so she can take over the helm of affairs. Greedy old lady.” “And misogynistic too. She hates dealing with women. She believes we're inferior, which is laughable because she's a woman too. Wonder what gives her guts to think she's better.”

she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Andrew approached behind her and surrounded her waist with one arm and left a kiss on her temple. \"Is that vomit?\" he asked looking at me. \"He’s trying to fuck Maya!\" said Jess exasperated. \"Wow, well done!\" Andrew answered. Jess shoveled her mouth open and turned her head towards him, she looked like the child of the exorcist, I got a shiver of terror when I looked at her. \"How are you sorry?\" she said looking at her fiancé.

I roll my eyes in annoyance. "There is no short meeting, Andrew." He laughs. "I'm afraid my wife will get bored." I bowed slightly to make sure. "But you're really, okay?" "No, I'm not. I assure you of that." I heard him sigh softly. He smoothed the hem of his shirt a little and then hurried away. When the door to Andrew's room closed, I asked Gina to give me a copy of the report. Gina seemed prepared for me to ask for it. "Please forgive me in advance, ma'am. I have not yet congratulated you on your marriage." Gina's smile was full of mystery. "Finally... Mr. Andrew married Ms. Krystal. Congratulations."

I didn't hesitate to say, “Yes.” Andrew is the new guy l met at the Japan Annual Conference three months ago. A Blasian, a child of a Taiwanese father and a Moroccan Mother. l hope he is the one for me, we have a lot in common. He is also the only child of Chien Hung, the underground leader of the Mining Enterprise.

“We’re going first.” “Wait! Wait!” Even faster than the bubble burst, Andrew stopped us. “I’m not with him. I mean,” Andrew took a deep breath as if he was pouring out his stress. “I don’t know why it seems like he hasn’t talked to you about what happened before, for his reasons.” “And I don’t care about his reason either.” I said bravely. “That’s why...” We saw Isabelle with her husband. “Congratulations, Isabelle,” greeted Andrew. “Don’t make him cry because we will repay you a lot, Paulo.” he said to Isabelle’s husband.

Andrew couldn't hide his emotion when he uttered the marriage vows. Just a few seconds ago, those sacred words resonated in a room adorned with white and silver tones. Andrew managed to pronounce them loudly and smoothly, accompanied by the harmonious echoes of the official announcement. Now, Andrew looked at the beautiful woman beside him, gazing at the woman in a white kebaya who had been lowering her face. Andrew reached for the fingers of the woman named Alice Nichole Wirawan and then placed the ring on her ring finger.

“Lorenzo, our dear consigliere, and I have decided to unite our lives in an even more official way, and we want to share this unique moment with all of you.” Andrew stares at them uncomprehendingly. “What's going on?” he asks me. “It is with great joy that we announce our wedding!” she exclaims, and a contagious vibe fills the room. The sparkle in Ize's eyes lights up the room, overflowing with love and happiness. I'm so happy for her. The guests applaud enthusiastically, some get emotional, and others start planning their good wishes for the couple. Andrew, next to me, reacted interestingly. His eyes showed an initial spark of jealousy, which soon gave way to discreet approval. It was stran

he began, voice smooth and commanding, “thank you for joining me on such short notice. I know there’s been speculation over recent meetings and some… premature leaks.” Laughter from the crowd. Andrew didn’t smile. “I’d like to make something clear today, officially and publicly.” He looked over at me. I froze, heart hammering. “This is Maria Smith,” he said. “Entrepreneur. Visionary. And the woman I’ve asked to marry me.” There was a gasp. A flurry of camera clicks. Reporters leaned forward like wolves on a scent. My mouth went dry. He gestured for me to join him. I stepped forward, every nerve in my body screaming. But I smiled. That trained, perfect, Miss Universe smile Susan had taught me

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

Lily’s POV…….. The morning smelled like jasmine and coffee and possibility. I stood in front of the penthouse mirror, tying my hair into a loose knot for the third time, then undoing it again. My reflection looked back at me with wide eyes and a soft smile that still surprised me. I was getting married. The words felt unreal in my mouth, like a secret I was still learning how to say out loud. Married. To Andrew. To the man who had burned down his world to save mine, who carried storms in his chest and still looked at me like I was something holy.