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‎ ‎Her voice trembled slightly. ‎ ‎“So I’m part of a protection plan?” ‎ ‎His eyes sharpened. ‎ ‎“No.” ‎ ‎She waited. ‎ ‎“You became my wife because I needed time.” ‎ ‎Her heart twisted. ‎ ‎“And now?” ‎ ‎He stepped closer. ‎ ‎“Now this child makes things complicated.” ‎ ‎“Complicated how?” ‎ ‎He hesitated for the first time. ‎ ‎“Because now I actually care what happens.” ‎ ‎The words were simple.

His deep voice vibrated in the narrow space between them. "She told me about the voting rights," Aurora said. "I know," Julian replied. "You know," Aurora repeated slowly. "I have known since I found the charter clause," Julian said. "You knew she was trying to steal your company?" Aurora asked. "I knew she was making a highly aggressive play for control," Julian corrected. "And you married me anyway," Aurora whispered. "I married you anyway," Julian confirmed. Aurora looked up into his dark eyes. The ruthless empire builder was entirely exposed.

Neither was picking my earrings," she added. He grinned. --- At the Dinner Table They sat next to business moguls, politicians, celebrities. Elira smiled, nodded, and played the role. Her mouth hurt from smiling. Her soul hurt from pretending. "Miss Cruz," a congressman's wife asked sweetly, "how are you getting used to married life? Elira blinked. Smiled. "I've learned three things so far. First, always wear heels you can run in. Second, never refuse wine. And third… my husband is like a very expensive mystery novel." Caelan didn't even blink. "Unpredictable, but worth reading?" She smiled. "Confusing and overpriced." The table laughed. Caelan's eyes sparkled, just slightly. For an instant,

As I met his eyes, I declared, "Things have long been over between us, Holden. I'm not getting married to you today, and my husband will be here soon. Please leave if you have no business here." He scoffed. "Who else are you gonna marry if not me? I never thought you'd force my hand by parading around in a wedding gown and getting wedding gifts ready. Seriously, have you no shame? "You used to have some self-respect, so why are you in such a rush to marry me now? I told you I have to protect Eve for at least six months. You can pressure me all you want, but it won't change a thing. Now, take that wedding gown off before you embarrass yourself."

“You deserve the truth, actually.” My husband snapped, “You don’t get to decide that.” Mr. Hale ignored him. “Your marriage,” he said to me, “was not about love. Or convenience. Or even reputation.” I already knew that. “What was it about?” I asked. He smiled again. “Protection.” I frowned. “Protection from what?” This time, my husband spoke. “From your past.” The words hit harder than I expected. “My past?” I repeated. “You barely know anything about me.”

She also loudly vowed to me, "I, Anna Fulton, will love only you in this life. I will only ever be good to you alone. I hope you will take care of me for a lifetime." Back then, how could I have ever imagined that her "lifetime" would last merely a few short years? Before we got married, I did know she had a childhood sweetheart. But at that time, she told me Josh had settled abroad and probably would never come back. Besides, she also said she only ever saw him as a neighbor she grew up with. Who would have guessed that Josh would suddenly return to the country shortly after our wedding, and with Anna's help, even become my colleague? Meanwhile, she herself had started to "forget" the way h

I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time. And she picked up her phone cause it was ringing. It's probably her husband on the line. I am observant of other people's expressions and I wonder why her face immediately went expressionless but with a hint of annoyance when she was talking on the phone. She was always smiling when talking to me earlier. Probably it's been a while since she have a good time so I shrug it off. She ended the call. "Your husband?" I ask and she nodded. "He said we probably stayed too long. Haa. It's so hard when you actually got married now..."

"Yara is making a scene at my company. Get over here right now and deal with her." … He rushed in about 10 minutes later, panting. I could see sweat beading across his forehead. The moment Yara saw him, her cries grew even more miserable. "Zachary… Honey, it hurts… the baby… our baby…" Zachary reacted instantly, dashing toward her and comforting her in a soothing tone. "Don't get worked up. Don't scare yourself. Be careful—think of our child…" The gentle and protective way he fussed over her was something I hadn't seen once in the decade of marriage.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

"Close family and key members of the organization. Too public would be dangerous. Too private would insult people who expect to witness it." "How romantic," I muttered, pushing food around my plate. He set down his fork. "You've barely spoken to me since the coffee shop." "Nico was right about some things. You have been controlling my life. Watching me. Making decisions for me." I met his eyes. "You say this marriage is to protect me, but it feels like another cage. A prettier one, but still a cage." "What would you have me do? Let you walk away and hope my enemies don't find you?"