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"If the problem is that you haven't seen each other in a while, I can arrange for you two to meet soon. So you can talk before deciding on the proposal and wedding dates." Ethan sighed heavily. There was no more room for refusal. Flora was determined that he should marry the woman of her choice. There was no more room for negotiation. "Do I really have to get married?" Flora raised her eyebrows. "Is there another way for you to have children without marrying again? If there is, just say it. I'm ready to do it." "We could adopt a child," Ethan replied softly. At least with adoption, he wouldn't need to marry another woman. He could still have and raise a child like a normal couple.

Zade muttered, his hands tightening around my body, “But you do know that you'll never be able to date someone else apart from me, talk less of getting married to him.” “Shush! That's not what I'm talking about, did I tell you that I was gonna marry someone else? But wait… What if I do? What are you gonna do about it?” I stared at him, smirking. His face darkened, and his lips pulled into a frown, his eyebrows knitting together. “I'd kill the man then.” He said like he was talking about the weather. I gawked, my mouth opening like a fish out of water.

, he asked. "hmm yes" "I am going to cancel that", he said. "why??, there's just ten days for the marriage, everyone were asking me to come, please vikram I am going", I said. "No, we all will go after three days", he said. "No vikram I am going, we already missed several things and everyone wanted to see Ananya", I strongly said. "I am saying right!! you should not go", he said and started to do something in his laptop.

The air in the cell felt sucked out, suffocating my lungs. "When... is the wedding date?" my stiff lips mumbled by reflex. "Seven days from now." My world completely collapsed. I closed my eyes, letting the dark, suffocating despair swallow my sanity. Mary was going to belong to Julian. Completely. By law and by religion. And I couldn't do a damn thing about it. At this point, I finally realized what a fool I had been. I couldn't possibly make the same mistake twice. That bastard Kessler was right. Love alone wasn't enough to win this world. Love was a weakness that ended with me kneeling on a marble floor with my own blood on my face.

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

The doctor’s quiet, devastating words: Alex Voss, thirty-two years old, pronounced dead on arrival after severe internal injuries from the crash. I sat there in my blood-speckled wedding dress, staring at nothing, replaying his last smile, his quick kiss, the way he had promised to be right back. The gift he never got to bring me. The future we had planned, the home, the children, the life together, all shattered in a single moment on a busy road.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

With a languid stretch, I hoisted myself from the comfort of the bed, my knuckles cracking in a satisfying rhythm, and a yawn escaping my mouth in an almost exaggerated display of morning awakening. Seated on the edge of the bed, I reached out to retrieve my phone, which rested atop the bed head. The device yielded to my touch as I pressed the button to bring it to life. Instantly, my gaze gravitated toward the digital calendar, and there it was, April 12th, 2020, etched onto the screen. My heart fluttered, for this date marked not only the calendar's progression but also signified a mere two months remaining until the inevitable culmination of my forced, opportunistic marriage.

Silvia asked. “This is not a marital or romantic proposal. This is strictly a business proposal. You can call it a contract marriage” he replied. Ralph had a nonchalant look on his face, which was a sign that talking about this wasn't a big deal to him. “A contract marriage? What do I get in return, sir?” Silvia was forced to ask. “Your mother will get the heart transplant, and I will pay up her hospital bills. You don't have to worry about that again,” he explained.

“Please understand, this marriage cannot go on.” I kept begging, reaching for him, but he took a step back. “I am sorry, Kyra. I really wanted to sort this out indoors but it would only make sense to end it here. So, I, Killian Darkmoon, reject you, Kyra Nightingale, as my mate.”