Kiana Farmer Wants A Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I'm not sure about that. We're… okay.” “What do you mean okay? Katherine Isobelle, sweetie, that guy's mad for you! And he deserves that after ignoring you all those years.” “Nothing has changed.” She quickly scanned the surroundings, making sure that no one else was around. “We're only staying married because of Liam. He wants nothing to do with me.” “Are you sure? That doesn't make sense at all.” “It's okay. I think this is for the better. Focusing on parenting.”

"I will do my best to become the best husband for you." "I-I was about to tell it to you anyway!" I looked away and hid my blushing face. "So if you will fulfill your roles as well, then I am glad to know it." "Why would I let my wife do something that is better than what I can do?" he returned with a smile. "What's with this suddenly, Kiana?" Wren questioned, enough to make me flinch. As if I'd tell him that my plan was to become close with him so he would fall back or would just like me back.

"Let me go!" "Just hold up and listen for a minute. I need us to get an understanding here! You are not going to mention any of this to your dad. We will go through with this marriage to me because that's what I want, and that's what your dad wants. I'm going to be your husband, Kita!" "Are you insane! I won't live a miserable life or be stuck in some miserable marriage! Everything we discussed over the phone all those months has been a lie! I deserve to be respected and not lied too! Let me go!"

I slowly picked up the letter and started reading it. "Hi, Whosoever you are First of all let me introduce myself I am Kabir Khurana Before we start this marriage thing I want to clear certain things with you. Only after we will go ahead. I DON'T NEED A WIFE!!! What!!! If he don't need a wife? Then what he does want? A cook or a maid or even worse a fuc*ing buddy!!! Ewww!!! Where did this came from.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

ARIA’S POV “Sign it…” My fingers froze around the pen and for a moment, I only stared at Damien. The divorce papers lay between us like a dead thing, white, still and final. I thought I prepared for this day but I lied to myself, nothing prepared a woman for the man she loved to sit across from her and end her marriage like he was signing off a business deal.

, Kaira states. " work my foot, don't you know he married and didn't even invite me to his wedding. He is even not letting me meet his wife. I had always wished that you could be my granddaughter-in-law. I would have been so happy seeing you being his wife. But that bastard married a girl with no family no background an orphan girl. Didn't he think about the class and our dignity before marrying that pure thing" Old master Knight express his opinion? Kaira said," Just leave it, grandpa, it's his life and he has the right to choose his life partner. And what can we do we can't force him to marry another".

"And you’re here because…?" "Because it’s time to set things right." Her tone holds absolute conviction. "I’ve finished my studies abroad and completed all the preparations necessary for my role as Kieran’s wife. The delay has been unfortunate, but certainly not insurmountable." Her audacity takes my breath away. She speaks about my husband like he’s a piece of property that has been temporarily misplaced. "I am his wife." My words come out harder than I intend. Juliana lets out a crystalline sound completely devoid of warmth. "Oh, sweetheart. You are a contract. I am his future."

Siana didn’t want to hear that there was a good reason for what they did, no reason was that good. “Kathy, shut the fuck up!” she shouted pulling off her hand from her jacket. Everyone could see that this was a complicated topic for Siana, so no one judged. They just held their head low and kept quiet. “Kathy, I think you should go home now, Siana will call you later.” Mrs. Jones said scared to meet Siana’s angry gaze. Siana broke down in tears and fell to the ground, “That guy came to me last night, will I really have to marry him?” she asked still crying.

I reached out to it, absentmindedly holding it up, as I flopped down on a chair. She looked ever so beautiful and graceful. Her brown long hair, graced her petite face as she faced the camera. My mother. Katherina Fabian. Wife of the bastard, Don Lucian Fabian. That man didn't deserve to be with a woman like her. There was no other way he could prove how worthless we both were. Reasons because she was merely betrothed to him and he never loved her. I could vividly recall the very day we had taken the photo. Same day my excuse of a father had brought home his other wife.