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He followed her closely. "Chelsea, listen to me," Davis pressed, his voice tight. "Elena is married now. To Richard. She is completely out of my life." "And I have moved on with mine." she said. "Make peace with that." "I was knocking, but nobody answered—everyone was chatting so loud, and the door was wide open, so I just came..." The sentence died in the doorway.

But that was only because when I first met my wife, Winona Grahm, she was pretty much a nobody. That was why I, Jeffrey Yard, scion of one of the true old-money dynasties, hid my identity for her sake and chose to pretend to be just another ordinary person working in a small-scale plastic surgery hospital. But as a result, Winona genuinely believed I was nothing more than a pitiful, insignificant husband she could trample whenever she pleased. I calmly gathered Hendrick's medical file and waved it at him. "Mr. Twain, this is your last procedure here. I'll be keeping your records as a case study for future reference."

If this ever gets out to the media, it would cause a uproar. Who's her mother? Are they still together? Another round of unanswered questions. But them we'll be divorced very soon, why care about all this? Then it struck me Stephanie knew all along about Travis little secret. I needed answers, contract marriage or not I'm married to him and I need to know what's going on. I put on my fluffy indoor slippers and stepped out of the room. I stepped fully into the living room just as Stephanie emerged from the hallway, a tray of folded linens balanced in her arms.

Before I could even react, he dismissed his man and turned back to the tablet in his hands, eating and pressing the tablet without another word. I clenched my fork. "Shouldn’t a husband at least acknowledge his wife’s response?" I blurted before I could stop myself. The frustration had built too much to keep in. He looked at me then, and for the first time, there was something behind his eyes. Amusement? Interest? “What did you just call yourself?” His voice was deceptively calm. “My wife?” I swallowed. “That’s what I am, isn’t it?” David leaned back slightly, watching me like I was some kind of puzzle he was trying to figure out. Then, with a tone as sharp as a blade, he said, “No, Samantha

His dad called him and Dilan looked straight up at him. "Why are you doing this?" "Don't you know you're already married?!" Silvia froze. Dilan blazed into a fit of rage. "Get out!" he ordered Silvia. She packed her stuff and left immediately almost about to break Dow Linax smirked as he watched her leave She went to her office turning everything upside down. "He's married??" "How come?!" "When?!!!!" she became furious. "No no Mr. Thor is mine!" "Mine!" Her friend Zen came in. She went over to hug him "How did it go?" "Mr. Thor is married!"

Next day at the office Wednesday morning 8:00pm .. "During an interview with CEO under forty , Xavier Dunlop mentioned that to gain full control over his family business he had to be married" The vlogger started , as she added a clip from Xavier's interview the previous day. *"And recently I even got to realize, I had to be married to have full access to the company , can you imagine the feeling and stress?!"* "And netizens has actually taken time to analyze this statement, doesn't this mean , Xavier's Dunlop marriage to Ariel Anderson is fake and contracted ?!" He continued.

Maeve swatted at her husband’s arm with a scandalized chuckle, while Sophie looked between all the adults with innocent confusion. Dalton cleared his throat, still grinning. “Actually… I do have something to say.” The room stilled slightly, curiosity piqued. Daniella looked at him, eyes wide. He hadn’t mentioned wanting to make an announcement. Dalton reached under the table and took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. His palm was warm, callused, steady. “I asked Daniella to marry me,” he said, voice soft but strong, looking directly at his parents. “And she said yes.”

Alex dropped his hands, gave me a polite, distant nod, and walked away. I stood there on the dance floor, trying to catch my breath. But before I could even process my first interaction with my new husband, a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing grey eyes stepped forward. He was at least 6'2 and looked like he belonged on a European runway. Seriously, did someone open the gate for the gods to enter today? Because d*mn. "May I have this dance?" he asked, offering a charming smile. "I'm James Ray," he introduced himself as he led me into a slow step. "Cousin to the groom."

"I heard something happened with the Daltons recently. Were you a trainee?" "The trainee project fell through a long time ago. Now I'm a small shareholder at M Group, and I'm a stay-at-home wife." "Oh, really?" Sabrina was also a stay-at-home wife, and they suddenly had a lot to talk about. "And what about your marriage to Alpha Cliff?" Vanya sighed softly. "We're still in the process of getting a divorce. He won't sign the papers, so there's not much I can do. But I have a boyfriend now. I just hope the marriage can end soon."

"You too. It's been too long." We settled into a corner table with our coffees. Allen looked good same kind eyes, same easy smile. But there was something different about him. More mature. More serious. "So," he said. "Married to Denzel Adams. That's... not what I expected when I heard you were getting married." I forced a laugh. "It wasn't what I expected either." "The news has been crazy. That video of him punching that investor... Amelia, are you okay? Did that man really…."