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she shortly respond as if she’d like to cry while talking to her worried cousin. “What is your problem? Tell it to me, maybe I can help you out.” “I’m afraid if you’d like to offer some help because it’s too big and I can’t afford to fail in my plans,” she gushed. “My problem is I… I’m in love with Caspian,” she confessed. “What kind of problem is that, Steph? What’s the big deal of falling in love with your husband? You can love her freely because you guys are married,” he unbelievably told her and laughs.

Taesha took a seat, grabbed the other chair, and placed it in front of his, "I'm right in front of you, okay." "Alright, Taesha, I'm so sorry." "Oh, there's no need to be sorry. We married each other for better or worse, right?" Dexter nodded his head yes. He had no idea that the worse would come so soon. They sat quietly eating. She read and watched him fumble around with his large hands picking up his food and spilling hot coffee when he sat it down. Frustration crept across what would generally be a pleasant face to observe. Finally, after he was tired of making one minor disaster after another, he gave up eating and asking.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

I wanted to attack Aidan and beat him up. Aceia is really in love with Aidan! The fact that I don't want to accept it seems to indicate that there is really no hope for our marriage to work. My wife is in love with another man. What am I up against? I could see how Aceia tried to give our marriage a whirl. But the heart cannot be taught. "Mr. Hudson Blake Vasco! Is that really you?" Wilson said, then sat on the sofa in front of me. We are currently in the Knoxx penthouse. Instead of going to a fine restaurant and having dinner with my wife, I just went there. I'd booked a table for two tonight in a fine dining restaurant, but my perfect plan was ruined.

Helen said, plastering a fake smile on her face, the same one Rachel always used while talking to me. “I doubt that,” I said, keeping a blank face. “So, are you getting married for real, or is it just for the show?” she asked, her tone trying to sound seductive. Her actions irritated me, and her question only made my anger boil. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my composure. “I see no reason why I should answer that,” I said coldly. Suddenly, we both heard the sound of heels in the distance, and our heads snapped in that direction. We couldn't see who it was, but a tiny feeling told me it was *her*.

I said to them as I stormed out, still bitterly annoyed by their sudden attitude. And who said marriage has anything to do with managing a company? All my cousins who are married, I can see how well they've been doing in handling their businesses- by causing trouble from one end to the other, sometimes Grandma will talk to me to help them sort their messes, and if marriage is supposed to determine how good someone can handle a company, why am I then doing better than them?

He handed it to me and flopped onto the couch like he had no care in the world. I opened the envelope and scanned the front page. MARRIAGE CONTRACT. I looked up at him, stunned. “Are you serious?” His face was unreadable. “In there are the terms. My expectations. The dos and don’ts. Rules of this marriage.” The words stung more than I thought they would. “This was supposed to be simple,” I whispered. “Fake, yeah, but simple.” Jason’s eyes met mine. “It is simple. Just business, Nelly. That’s all.”

“And now Jacob is trapped in an undesirable marriage with me.’ “Oh, come off it! It isn’t as if you trapped him to marry you.” “I know, but still…,” Rachel faltered as she felt an excruciating pain enveloping her heart. “Just think how you would feel being married to someone you don’t love? I can’t really blame him, you know.” “Oh stop being so pessimist!” “I’m not,” protested Rachel fiercely. “Yes, you are. Why don’t you fight for him? Why don’t you try to make him fall in love with you instead?” “That’s the problem here stupid. You can’t make someone fall in love with you. Love just happens.”

My heart raced so violently I thought it might burst. He leaned closer, his cologne, sharp, intoxicating, dangerous, filling my lungs. His voice dropped, low enough that only I could hear: “Run if you want. Scream if you like. But at the end of the day, dolcezza… you’ll still be mine.” And for the first time, staring into the merciless storm of his eyes, I realized, This wasn’t just a marriage. This was a prison. And I was already locked inside.