Novel & Cerita Is Typical Gamer Married

deadly. Seeing this side of her made Fasting even more excited, the actress was slowly beginning to get the hang of the game, in a world like this, only cowards die, the strong however, live to fight till weekend, that was one of the principles Fasting lived by, the only thing he learnt from the old fool that married his mother. The grin on his face widened, and his eyes glowed even more,

Well that hurts. "I…." He stood up from the chair and started walking towards me. "We are married yes, but you know what this marriage is all about, all i want is a f**k partner." He said and my eyes widened. "What?" I asked incase i didn't hear him. “You heard me correctly, i married you because I just don't want to go picking up girls, and also to shut the media up," he said and grabbed my chin. "You will play a good role, yes."

He said leaving the office with a smirk on his face, as I bang my hand on the wooden table not caring the effects later, like I don't want to be married to a woman who expects me to be faith to her like who does this sapphire chuck think she's. "Hey dude".TJ said entering the office with an annoying smirk that I wipe off right now. "What do you want? If you came here to annoy me then I suggest you leave okay? Like I'm so pissed right now". "Geez, I just came here to congratulate you because it looks like this player is getting married".TJ said furrowing his eyebrows towards me. "I'm not fucking getting married like I wanna be single enjoying life and I don't have time for commitment".I said

I blushed as he was so closer to me. "Great" I whispered shyly. "What are we doing here anyway" "Think of it as an introduction and our honeymoon" "Really？ But we are not married yet" I asked as I giggled loudly and everyone fixed their gaze on me. "Marriage is just formalities, what matters most is our feelings," Dyrus said, that was one lovely thing Dyrus ever uttered to me. "I am so blessed with a lover like you" I whispered and a smile crept on his face.

someone else added and Xavier turned to look at him with pursed lips. "This issue has actually been talked about and sorted out by our lawyers , I have no idea why Mr Fred would do this again!" "The go gaming app wasn't copied from him and that's on period!" He snapped almost angrily. "What about the video going around about you and your assistant being in a fake marriage because of your inheritance" someone else asked immediately. "Thank God you called it my inheritance because I see no reason why it should concern you" He replied immediately . "My marriage to Ariel is none of the public business , and I don't need to explain anything to anyone " he added.

She sighs and drops her laptop to face me, "I'm not a child, I know what sex is, I'm thirteen, people have sex, but not me, I'll never, it's weird, that's why I'm never getting married." I scoff at her boldness, "Enough sex talk, it's grown-up stuff." "Yeah yeah, whatever, my parents do it all the time, and so loudly too, they're so obvious, they do it after each fight to make up, ew." "Well, they're married after all," I defend, knowing the truth. "Not for long," she opens N*****x on her laptop. "I know they might be getting a divorce Emma, why is everyone walking around eggshells?"

“You dropped a fucking bomb on me and then ran off. Do you have any idea how that feels?” Ophelia’s hands tightened around her mug. “It doesn’t matter how you feel, Ryder. This marriage was never real, to begin with. You married me to attain my mum's business and you have full control over it now, taking care of Ryan was a bonus and I don't have to do them anymore” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Not real?” I repeated, my voice laced with disbelief. “Is that what you tell yourself? Because it sure as hell felt real to me.”

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

“Do not make this about vanity, Elena. This is logistics and legacy. My father’s will is a legal and financial constraint. I’m trying to protect a company that thousands depend on.” “So you protect your company by using people,” she shot back, tone rising not from anger alone but from a hurt that had been sitting like a stone in her chest. “You treat marriage like paperwork and then expect people to play their roles like actors. You think I’m a line item.” “That’s not fair,” he said. The phrase came out rough. “You signed. You knew the terms.”

She could not care less what he thought He laughed again and wandered off, probably to bother someone else. We were left alone for the first time. None of the guests stood in front of us waiting to make small talk. Aurora let out a deep sigh. Then she asked, without looking at me, “Do they all know the real reason we got married?” I took another sip of my drink. “I wasn’t planning to marry for love anyway.” That made her turn her head fully toward me, and she looked at me with an assessing expression. “Why?” she asked “It means exactly what I said. I don’t do relationships.” I answered