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But I found out he didn't feel the same about me on our wedding day. Okay, to be perfectly honest with you and me. I knew he wasn't head over heels in love with me. But ladies, you know what I thought. I thought he would eventually fall in love with me because I'm sweet and love this man so much. Only if he gave our marriage a chance could we live blissfully ever after. But I had no idea how much he didn't love me and didn't want to marry me. So to envision him falling in love with me, from what I experienced at our wedding and in our marriage, it appeared it would never happen. Despite all that, we are married. So did love ever emerge to the surface? If it did make its appearance, was it du

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

The sight suddenly makes me sick, and I down an entire glass of wine in one go. "Be careful, Babe. You don’t want to get drunk," my boyfriend, Zayne, slowly urges me, his hand resting on my knee in a gesture that’s clearly meant to be possessive. My mother smiles at him with approval, that same warm approval that just moments earlier had me sliding the engagement and wedding rings off my finger underneath the table. I am married to my forty-six-year-old neighbor, and no one in this room has a clue. I turn to look at Paul, hoping he’ll stare at Zayne touching me, but he doesn’t falter. He’s busy with my father, discussing politics, his new book set to be published, and everything else that do

“Well, speaking of sniffing, I heard you were using my perfume again. Since when did you start caring about romance?” “Fell in love, or what?” I teased. Mia rolled her eyes, pretending to be offended. “I’m not in love! I just found a book about werewolves in love — it’s so exciting and romantic! They went through so much and found their way back to each other. They could even heal each other! I wish I could do that someday.” These days, werewolf romance books are everywhere, painting breathtaking tales of unearthly love. But in reality, not everyone finds their true mate. Many marriages are out of convenience, or just happen to be with the wrong person.

“Couples share a room, right? And you both are newlyweds! You should be madly in love.” She giggled dreamily, and Rosa felt her cheeks burst into heat. Only Mrs. Dill knew this marriage was a contract. “Uh… Alexander has his own way of being romantic,” Rosa muttered, reaching for the last cupcake just to busy her hands. “He’s a dream, isn’t he?” Martha sighed with starry eyes. Rosa choked on air. “Of course, he is.“ “But if you sleep separately,” Martha continued innocently, “how did you consummate the marriage?”

Liam countered, turning his gaze to her like they were the only two people in the room, “here we are darling.” The cameras ate it up. Another reporter jumped in. “Many say this marriage is more business than romance. How do you respond?” Mia’s pulse stuttered. The exact question she’d dreaded. Liam opened his mouth, but Mia beat him to it. “People can speculate all they want. The truth is, I don’t do anything halfway. Not my company, not my life, and definitely not my marriage.” The firmness in her voice surprised even her. For a second, Liam looked at her like he wasn’t acting. Like he almost believed her.

I try to find my voice, to find the armor that usually protects me. "What if this 'one thing' you crave so much is impossible?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. "What if it’s beyond your reach?" Adrian’s brow furrows into a slight frown. "What makes you think you are beyond my reach?" I let out a shaky scoff and roll my eyes, trying to reclaim my dignity. "I am a married woman, Adrian. Does that ring a bell?" "Yeah," he says, leaning closer until his nose is only a few inches from mine. "A married woman whose husband doesn't seem to know what he has. A man who keeps mistreating the most precious thing in his life."

But. But now nothing like that will ever happen only because of that criminal who is soon going to be my husband after few minutes. Husband? I might was the daughter of one of the top billionaire of the country, I might was the girlfriend of one of the best human being but never I had doubted the concept of marriage. Never. It ain't like I wasn't spoiled but still I had always believed that marriage was a pure thing. Marriage is that eternal bond which brings two person in a blissful journey of togetherness which lasts till their last breath.

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?

We had finally started a new era of our marriage of a solid foundation backed up with care, trust, and compassion. Our little love story grew into a thick book. And I was ready to continue writing this story as long as I could. I was ready to do whatever it took to maintain this level of connection I had with Mia. The connection was so deep that we could passively feel each other's emotions. The communication between us was easy and accurate, passive.