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his mother replied coldly, he raised an eyebrow at his mom and saw she was dead serious, he stormed out of the room, came downstairs, and grabbed me by my hands "You are hurting me "l winched in pain, and he dragged me to the sitting room, he flinched my hands and looked at me like a wounded lion "I'm not getting married to you bitch" Pick your bag and leave this house he said sternly "I do not love you and l don't want to be married to you"he continued, if you want to go ahead with the plans of getting me married to you, then watch me make this marriage a living hell for you

I'm doing it for Mango. Rainie didn't know how to refute anymore. Denver knew that Rainie's opinion was already wavering. "Then, he continued, ""If you really wished for her happiness, you should let go of her. Mr. Ye is a real man, but he can't do everything on his own. He didn't expect things to turn out like this either, did he? Besides, it was Mango's own choice. Although she knew about the huge responsibilities of being his wife, she was still willing to be a military wife. What does that mean? It shows that she loves him. The word love is very magical. It can start wars and mend broken hearts. Do you want to Mango to regret and suffer for the rest of her life? They love each other, and

He was my husband, my partner, and the quiet strength that anchored my world. "Are you ready for the board meeting?" I asked, standing up. "Ready," he confirmed. "But first..." He pulled me into a kiss, deep and final, a quiet promise of their enduring love. "The contract was a lie," I whispered against his lips. "But the love we found in the middle of the war, that was the highest price we ever paid." We walked out of the office, hand-in-hand, toward the future, a testament to the simple, enduring power of loyalty and truth. Lucia ran up to us, grabbing our hands, and we walked together, a real family, finally free.

"Your father was murdered by his comrades in the organization, during that time he was the best assassin, although your father never accepted and killed any innocent person, all the people he killed where the ones who deserved it, I met your father at the organization at that time and we fell in love, after some months of dating, we finally got married, but it was kept as a secret from the organization, I too did not know why he had decided to keep it as a secret, when I finally became pregnant of you, he made some arrangements and made sure I was given a leave of three years as he took me out of the united kingdom to the United States, he had only told me it wasn't safe in the united kingdo

Helen said. “That’s right, you already have a lover, don’t care about other men.” Helen clenched her fist under the table, that man she had loved for four years in college, yet he dared to betray her, just thinking about her made her uncomfortable. When Helen didn’t answer, Jena pointed the phone at her and said: “This is Ciara’s golden man, handsome, isn’t it?” Helen didn’t care at first, but because the other person’s face was so familiar, she was a little impressed. This is the man who slept with her last night, is he the owner of a famous actress?

I wasn’t. “Love?” Tom scoffed. “She’s a goddamn whale. I can’t even look at her naked. It’s disgusting.” What did I just hear? I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop the sob that ripped up my throat from my husband’s cruel words. Blair spat out, voice shaking with rage, “Then why the hell didn’t you just let her die?”

“He’s my puppet, you see. His ears are only for me and me alone, my daughter. Why don’t you make it easier and submit?” But she was not listening to him at all. Her whole being was on Hail. She knew she only had herself to blame for how Hail turned out. He was deeply in love, and she knew better than anyone how such an emotion could turn to a much greater hatred. With love, chaos is defeated, but, with love, a war was to be born. A tear trickled on her cheeks. There was not a single recognition in Hail’s eyes. It was as if he’s a machine devoid of emotion. Only disappointment, hatred, and pain were apparent in there, and she wondered whether there’s still human left in him.

But I didn't give a fuck. ​I took the champagne bottle and tried pouring more wine into my glass but Hollis was fast to grab it from me. "Can you fucking stop?" He whispered. "You're still mad at me? I thought we've settled this already. If we've not, then let's settle it. B​ecause I’m planning on going to war with almost the whole world and I don’t need one with the woman I love." He spat it out, his face showing hurt and a brief vulnerability before the shield he wears for the world came back on.

"They shouldn't just be cold statistics. It matters that someone remembers they once lived." Sam stared at the careful lines of text. And suddenly, he understood something. He had never truly loved the girl who once pined for him so madly. What he loved was this—this soul, who still held on to tenderness in the middle of a war zone. "Let me stay with you," he said, clutching my hand, his voice breaking. "In whatever way you'll have me." I gazed at him for a long moment. Then, finally, I gave a small nod. "As you wish."

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.