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Ahmed asked. “We’re fine,” Amelia replied briefly, busy unwrapping the cutlery for her father. “And your marriage? Is everything going well? Does your husband treat you right?” Amelia paused, looking up and smiling at her father. “Everything is fine. Ethan treats me very well.” “Are you sure?” Ahmed asked, his gaze steady as he tried to read her expression. Ahmed had initially disapproved of Amelia’s decision to marry a man who already had a wife. He had been concerned about the challenges his daughter might face. However, after many reassurances, Ahmed had reluctantly given his blessing.

We had a small wedding, and over time, I convinced myself the paperwork didn't really matter. But now it finally clicked. Rupert never wanted to register our marriage because he was already married to Mavis! If he filed for another marriage, it'd be bigamy. So, I'd been the other woman the whole time. And now, I didn't even have the right to ask for a divorce.

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

“I’m really supposed to believe that? Everett, please, I may be blonde, but I do have a brain under the wig.” “Listen to me and listen well. We’re going to get married again. The executives want the marriage in the public eye. We’ll overcome this and discover shared understanding. Remember, I have the audio recording. It’s binding love. Gena would feel devastated when she discovers her world is becoming utterly disrupted. I don’t believe I could have planned revenge like this if I tried.” “I don’t want any involvement in this, Everett. If you have a problem with Gena, it has nothing to do with me.”

But Darryl quietly married. Charles angrily phoned Kane to confirm this. "Hello?" "Kane, are you at the hospital?" "Yeah, just finished one surgery. People are so weird these days, even a pen can swallow. Lucky they didn't die." Kane sighed, his voice low and cold. "By the way, did you just get back here?" "Yes. I met Darryl as soon as I landed. But, hey, is Darryl really married?" "Um. Don't you know? Darryl hasn't had a church wedding yet, but he's already registered his marriage with her. So..."

“Get that away from me. I don't want anything from you.” Tears kept falling, blurring his face—that smug grin, those dark eyes raking over my naked body like I was meat. Cristian sighed, like I was being a stubborn kid. He set the spoon down and leaned back, crossing his arms. “Fine, starve if you want. But while you're at it, let me tell you what's been happening out there. I'm married now. To Marisol. Tied the knot yesterday. Big ceremony, the whole cartel showing up. Andrade was there too, the idiot.”

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

"You still don't get it, do you? I own this city. It means that if I say you go to jail, that means you go to jail, and if I say that I want you, that means you are already mine." I swallowed hard. I knew that he meant every word, but somehow I wasn't scared. I was flustered… and agitated. Why did his threat arouse me?! This was insane, and I needed to rely on my common sense, even if I struggled to do so. "Why in hell would you want to marry me?" I asked, hoping to point out how crazy his idea was. "Because marrying Nicole Saxon is no longer an option," he answered indifferently.