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They augur that he is probably about to leave me. He returns the phone to me. He seems too calm, given the situation. "Look!" I say annoyed. "They say here that I married you because my family was broke, and now that you know that, you're going to leave me. Isn't it outrageous?" "It's annoying," Levi admits, taking off his shirt and looking at me carefully. "But it's just tabloids." "But we're all over the news," I groan in frustration. I slump back against the bed, eyes closed. The day hasn't even started, and I already want it to end.

I couldn’t wait to bound away from this place as fast as my legs could take me. “You’ve gotta admit that being a mom sort of cramps your style, anyway.” No answer. I slid one foot ahead of me on the unstable floor. I swear it sank under me slightly like I was walking on mud. I kept my eyes firmly in the corner. “I mean, how boring is it to be married, right? A husband. A yowly baby. Why not let her go and then you can go away? Go back to . . . ” I swallowed hard. “ . . . Reed Taylor or whoever it is that you want to go back to. I won’t fight you for him, you know. In fact, I just kicked his lookalike’s butt out there in the other room. He’s yours if you want him.”

A bloody taste welled up in my throat. The underling added at great length, "As for marrying her? Boss's parents forced him to ally with the Lawson family, so he married Danielle, who has the Lawson family's blood. Don't worry. When you successfully become the heiress of the Lawson family, Andre will divorce her and hold a grand wedding to marry you. Right, boss?" A brief silence fell over the ward. Andre's voice broke the silence. It was deep, steady, and ruthless. "Yes." I stumbled back a step. For so long, I believed that the bullet he took for me meant something. I believed that his post-marital indifference was merely estrangement, not deception. I believed... Gosh, I was such a fool!

“Please, you don’t get to call me out. You’re not even wearing your ring.” Grace glanced down at her bare finger and had no comeback. She’d lost it during an accident about six months into the marriage, and never bothered to replace it. Eventually, she’d just... forgotten. “And so what if we’re married? Men get to go out and have fun—why can’t we?” Dana downed the rest of her drink in one smooth shot. Technically, that logic made sense, but the way they were doing it? Not exactly subtle. “Then at least find a less public place, missy,” Grace muttered with an eye-roll.

I said, crossing my arms. He let out a slow, mocking laugh. “Ours is a business plan. I married you as part of a deal I made with my father, and your father sold you for assets on Italian grounds over some shitty blood oath.” Ouch. Deep breaths, Kira. I knew what he was doing…shutting me out, closing his walls, making me back off. But I was done being told what to do and how to react. I had been done for weeks. “I don’t care,” I said, holding my ground. “Our marriage is whatever we make of it. Be a fucking jerk all you want, Adrian, it won’t change how I feel.”

"Hahaha! Sucks to be her! She thought she could play that pretty face like a fiddle, but look who's getting exposed now?" "How's five million enough? He deserves some shares! Let this be a painful lesson for her!" … What an extravagant performance. They thought that by cornering me, I would have no choice but to pay up, all for my reputation and the company's stock price. Unfortunately for them, they miscalculated. I smoothed back my tangled hair, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and looked at Charlie with a calmness that sent chills down one's spine. "Fine. I'll marry you."

“Every cent will be paid.” My breath caught. “But,” he added sharply, “this marriage must look real. Very real. You will attend events with me. You will smile beside me. You will act like my wife.” He stepped closer. “And you will never disgrace me in public,” he said firmly. I nodded slowly. Inside my head, everything was chaos. How did my life end up like this? My mother’s weak voice echoed in my mind. *Judy, please get married soon.* *I want to see my grandchildren.*

"All this just because I made you stand in the rain on New Year's Eve?" I cut her off, already tired of her spinning the narrative. "Stand in the rain? That's what you think this is about? Wow. You really do believe the world revolves around you, don't you? Who said I even wanted a kid with you? "We agreed before marriage that Ethan was going to be my only child. And don't pretend you didn't know how much I cared. You knew damn well. But you never trusted me. Never treated me like your husband. Not once did you talk to me like an equal. Even now, you act like you're still above me. Like all you have to do is snap your fingers and I'll come crawling back, just to play babysitter for free."

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He looks at the team and smiles charmingly. "I'm just going to say it, I don't bite." Just that and the team laughed. "You men don't even have to worry because I won't be stealing any lady here. I'm married unless she says so." The team, together with the OMs was quick to make some noise and whisper but Jared had his eyes fixed on Rossie. It seems like he didn't tell the other teams that he is married. "Quite shocking but yes, I'm married." "But they say, even the married gets a divorce," Ria joked and most chuckled at it which made Rossie look away when Jared also did.