Marry My Husband Chapter 30 Novels & Stories

she queried. “Do you know that the moment he graduated from high school, he followed you anywhere you’d go? I don’t like to sound creepy, but that’s the truth. Because there was one time I went inside his room when he just graduated from College, and I was looking for him, I’ve seen plenty of photos of you from the moment you two met. He actually did not know I went inside his room without his permission. From there, I knew something was up. Thereafter, when I discovered that I had cancer, I asked him to get married so, I can pass to him all of my possessions, that I even set up numerous dates for him. But no one gets to his standard, even the wildest woman in town has no effect on him. But

“Sit down. Would you like tea?” “No, thank you.” I sit across from her. She sets her cup down. “What is it, Son?” “The marriage is over.” Her expression changes. “No.” “Yes.” “You are not ending that marriage.” “I’m not asking for permission. I’m telling you it’s happening.” She gets to her feet. “Calder, hasn’t this family already had enough embarrassment over your private life?” “Yes, that’s why I’m fixing it now.” “And Common Ground?” She asks.

I too hugged them both. Afterwards maa gave me heels and draped the Saree. I can't deny I looked hot and sexy. Ugh! God save my stranger fiancee.  Then, maa called me and told to serve snacks I did so. I never looked at my so called to be husband. And when I looked at him I couldn't help but scream. "You? " "Am I supposed to marry him" I asked pissed off and a bit anxious. I am mentally praying the God that this not true.

replied the man with a tone as if he fully expected it. "What would you think if I told you that I'm going to get married? I need to do a wife casting" the dark-haired man commented lightly as if nothing had happened. "A wife casting? What the hell are you talking about?" he spoke with a strange voice "For God's sake, what do I have to do with that?" The man's voice already sounded a bit rude. "Please, it's not a joke. I need to get the best women in this community, even if they are foreigners. Better if they are, I wouldn't understand them at all and we would have the best fictional relationship"

I couldn't even remember my own name . How would I remember that he is my husband . The person standing beside him handed me a document . I looked at the marriage certificate . I checked the papers vigorously . My eyes bugged . It says me and he are married . We got married for a month before my accident . My lips quivered and shut down . I don't know what to say . He really is my husband? . But why don't I see those longingness and love in his Grey orbs that a husband should behold for his wife . In what condition we got married ? .

Evelyn said, straightening her spine, her voice ringing out like a silver bell in the quiet room. “If you expose him tonight, the board will panic, the stocks will drop, and his mother’s faction will tie you up in litigation for a decade. You need a stable transition of power. You need a partner who holds the King family’s twenty percent voting block.” She took a deep breath, delivering the strike she had died to give. “I want you to marry me.” Arthur froze. For the first time since she had entered the room, the great Arthur Vance looked genuinely caught off guard. He stared at her, his mind processing the sheer, audacious madness of her words.

“That’s for you.” My legs felt weak as I walked over. My name was typed on the front. I pulled out the papers. The words were big and brutal: DIVORCE PAPERS. I couldn’t breathe. The pages fell from my hands, floating to the floor. “What is this?” My voice was a tiny, broken thing. “It’s what it looks like,” he said, his tone flat. “This isn’t working. It hasn’t worked for years. We’re done.” “Done?” The word didn’t make sense. “Julian, we’re married! Please, listen to me! I have to tell you something important!”

the words spilled out in embarrassing rush, and before I could step back and leave, he grabbed my wrist firmly and looked me over with obvious interest. His grip was uncomfortably tight. "It's okay. No harm done. Do you want to come in and have a drink? We could get to know each other better." I looked at him with disgust before yanking my hand from his grip with more force than necessary. His blatant examination of my body, the way his eyes lingered on certain areas, made me feel sick. "Sir, I am a married woman. Show some respect!" I spat. "Lucky man, your husband. I envy him for having a woman as beautiful as you. Are you sure you won't reconsider that drink? I promise to perform better t

My hands shake as I unlock our apartment door. The weight of what I've agreed to crashes over me in waves - marriage to Henry Ayles, the mysterious third billionaire. The one everyone says is different from his friends. Different or not, he's still going to be married to a lie. Mom's humming in the kitchen - actually humming. The sound stops me in my tracks. When was the last time I heard her happy like this? The two hundred thousand dollars has already changed her. Changed us.

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”