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I lied, chuckling a bit as Gracie grumbled something about me not eating enough for hiking and how thin I've become since my divorce—I didn't agree with that, though. Also she went on, on how she'd have pulled out each strand of Harry's mom's gray hair up until the old hag turned into a monk if she ever got the chance, and my belly ached as I laughed it off. Gracie had paid me several visits in the early months of my marriage, and she and Maria had never gotten along, of which Gracie considers Maria as the hindrance to our successful marriage. Even back then, I had personally thought it would have crashed either way.

On the other hand, Breaking news: ~MR. DAVIS GREY, the most desirable bachelor in New York, was out on a date with his new lady love. She is Indian, but we did not know much else about her. Maria, the wife of multimillionaire Daniel Miller, the owner of Miller Corporation, was at the same hotel as this Indian lady yesterday with her son Chase Miller. What is going on? Mr. Grey is all set to marry. Who is this lovely lady?~ So many questions surround them?

“What is it, Pa?” Louis looked at her carefully. “Samuel Wilson agreed to help Crawley Group. But he gave one condition.” “Condition?” Rebecca asked. Louis looked at his daughter, then spoke softly, “He wants to make you his wife.” Rebecca stood up immediately. “What?! You’re joking, right, Papa?!” Louis shook his head. “I’m not joking.” Rebecca stared at them, shocked and disbelieving. “He… he’s an old man, Pa! He’s way older than me! He could be my uncle, not my husband!”

“You can both come to the wedding, if you’d like. We decided on the Methodist church. We’re announcing it in the paper. No time for invitations. Mrs. Hardy has loaded her shotgun and made significant threats.” “As if that would matter to you,” Grier chuckled. I smiled. “I never thought I’d get married, much less be a parent. But it all seems to be falling into place naturally.” I eyed Grier. “I hear you’re already taking Tippy’s brother fishing with you." “He’s quite a boy, Rory is,” Grier agreed. “I like having him around. I like having her around, too.” “So?” I prompted. Grier just shrugged. “We’re waiting for a major complication to resolve itself.”

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT (MMR) * * * #03 He wore his clothes and rushed out to the living room. He sat down to wear his shoes when his wife who was busy reading the papers asked "where are you going all dressed up?" "I'm off to the bank to get a loan for a new business that I'm about to put up?" he said excitedly not noticing the perplexed look on her face "A loan? and how do you intend to pay back? you and I know that there's no such money in this house and you're thinking of getting a loan?" she snapped

I simply ignored his stare and pretended not to notice how dark he appeared to me. "Oh, I assumed so because there's no article indicating you're married, Mr.Mace. Perhaps your secretary is simply confused because she's new on the job," grandmother responded. "Perhaps she isn't talking nonsense because I heard her use the word 'Wife' twice," Mr. Dadds chuckled. "Please understand Mr.Dadds, my secretary is new to the position and may be confused about whether I am married or not; as I previously indicated, I do not have a wife," Dum replied calmly despite his anger.

But since it's not happening soon, they're more pissed. " Honey! I don't think that I can control that bastard. If we force him to do what we want more, he will leave the company. It's our loss!" Mr Crawley, putting the laptop aside, looks at his wife who is doing skincare. Mrs Crawley takes a glance at her husband before putting the mask on her face, " I found a information about that woman he got married to." " What? How did you manage to get them? I am sure nobody from his circle said that!"

“You’re my wife, and I’m your boss. I’m not going to fire you, so stop worrying about that. I already told the manager that the two of us are meeting a client today.” She stared at him for a second, fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. “I never knew you were this sensible.” “I was sensible enough to marry a woman as beautiful as you.” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle. “Jemima Greyson, I’m proud to call you my wife.” The words scraped against every raw nerve she had. She exhaled sharply through her nose. “Who asked you if you’re proud or not? You just love ruining my morning. Actually, you love ruining my entire day.”

He's so cute' one said 'I'm so happy he's our boss. I'd be able to see him everyday' another said 'I wish I could just have him for one day. I heard he's really good in bed' 'One day? If I could just have his baby, I'll pin him down with it , then get married to him' The other one stated and they giggled. I decided to tone them off and focus on my work. Clara, my worst enemy came to me with a frown on her face and said 'Mr. Gonzales is asking for you'

* At the park, Nicole is sighted with a tall guy with brown hair and neatly curved brows. “What about her?” His deep masculine voice came in. “She's getting married, okay.” Nicole said, trembling where she stood. “She’s mine and you know that Nicole!” The guy's voice thundered, pulling Nicole by the neck. “You got into this friendship so you can bring us together, it's been a year Nicole.” He said again this time his hands pressing into the veins in her neck. “Ple..ee.ase, I..I..I'm…so..oo..ory.” Nicole managed to say, gasping for breath.