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" he asked. I smirked. "I'm your little uncle's wife now." "My uncle's wife?" then He laughed loudly. "Anyway, now my little uncle is no different from a dead man, as long as I want, you will still be mine! Sooner or later!" I met him with a sharp look. "In your dreams!" I didn't expect that the man I married was my ex-boyfriend's uncle. However, my plan to take revenge on my boyfriend and step-sister will not change.

It couldn't be just any girl. He had to be able to bribe whoever was with him, especially if they were going to spend time together. The lawyer told him that they could meet at one of Stefano's favorite coffee shops in ten minutes. After some time, both were at the cafeteria table. "So what you want is to draw up a marriage contract in which it is specified that after that time you both will not see each other again, right?" "That's right" answered the man with the last name Mancini.

Liam I thought it would be easy. I mean, how hard could it be to dig up some information? But here I was, four days deep in Hawaii, flipping chicken and battling mosquitoes, all for the sake of getting to the truth. And worse? I’d turned into some kind of damn heartthrob chef. “The chicken, Liam! Table five wants the chicken!” I barely glanced up as Madam Chloe’s voice rang through the small, bustling restaurant. The woman was relentless.

I dipped it into the bowl and managed to pick up a spoonful and smell the chicken aroma without feeling sick. “Caspian,” he spoke suddenly. “What?” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Call me Caspian, we are married after all.” I bowed my head to hide the small smile that crept onto my face and took the spoonful of soup. The instant the soothing liquid touched my tongue, it burst with sweet flavours of chicken and rice, tastes I haven’t had without experiencing crushing pain afterwards.

That's why i have been ignoring this Marrige topic since last 2 years. But yesterday, My sister Ravi asked me when will i settle down?? Well she's a doctor and living with her husband Prithvi who's also a doctor. I was reluctant to get her married to him as he was her senior and also i don't wanted to her to get marry to anyone. Alas, that idiot husband of her took her away from me.

On my wedding day, explicit photos of me with multiple unknown women suddenly surface. My fiancee, Mildred Gibson, takes my stepbrother Oliver Shaw by the hand and announces that he will be taking my place as the groom. But Mildred's aunt, Daphne Gibson, arrives with millions of dollars, determined to marry me—the man everyone condemns as a cheater. Daphne's unwavering pursuit eventually wins me over, and I marry her. Then, a car accident shatters my spine, leaving me at risk of spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair. The doctors ask my family to sign the surgical consent forms. But my wife, Daphne, places a transfer agreement in front of me. She demands that I sign over my c

Tell me. Two. I am sending a small package with the next courier. It is a book. You will know what to do with it when you see it. Open it alone. Three. The kitchen head's husband and the assistant cook had a child eight years ago. The kitchen head has known about the affair this whole time. The chicken was a coincidence. I was informed by my mother that the chicken was, in fact, a coincidence. I retract the suggestion that the chicken was a metaphor. The chicken was a chicken.

～♡His kitten from no where…♡～ THEME: An Arranged marriage CHAPTER 7 Camila Vincento. Camila sluggishly walked through the door, having what Leonardo said to her right in front of her thinking. She walked straight towards, dining only to see that Leonardo was actually sitted there already. She wondered when he walked past her, and went into the mansion before her, but later shoved it off her mind cause that was literally the list of her problems right now.

I got up and headed into the kitchen. Chef Anna was banging out some Chicken Marsala. I had been to her restaurant plenty of times, and this was my favorite thing on her menu. We’d met quite a few times. I always complimented the chef if they did me right, and she never disappointed. She told me in one of our meetings she did an online class and I told her I would check it out. She was using chicken breasts and I was a thigh man, so I typed in and asked if it made a difference. She assured me it was up me.

“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.