Marry My Husband Chapter 30 Novels & Stories

The guard asked, not letting me leave. “To my sister’s.” “We can drop you off-” “I don’t need anyone. I am fine. Don’t bother me now.” I ordered coldly and left to see Jared. We were in a cafe, he was staring at me with confusion. I was nervous, not sure how to talk to him. “What? Are you here to tell me how he forcefully married you? Because I know ‘you’ won’t marry a man like him yourself.” He chuckled dryly. “It doesn’t matter how we got married, Jared. What means to me is that he is my husband now.” I breathed out, fidgeting my fingers around my dress.

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.

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 ? .

“She knew the exact day Julian would launch his coup. She knew the precise legal vulnerabilities of the King family trust. She didn't just marry me for protection, she married me because she knew I was the only man with a big enough hammer to help her crush them.” Arthur turned back into the room, his eyes dark with an unrestrained, possessive intensity that took Evelyn's breath away. “Our contract states this is a marriage in name only until the data is verified. Well... It’s verified. Every word she told me is true. She just handed me the keys to purge the parasites from my empire, and she’s locked her family’s entire future to my right hand.” He moved toward his desk, reaching for a pen,

“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.

Heavy. An explosion. Mara stiffened. “That was above us.” Another blast. Closer. Alarms began to wail. Her eyes snapped to me. “What did you do.” I smiled through the pain, through the terror, through the blood still drying beneath my skin. “I married a man who doesn’t stop,” I said. “And I have a sister who knows your corridors.” Seraphine. Mara swore under her breath. The man in black laughed. “Oh,” he said delightedly. “This is going to be beautiful.”

“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?”

I can hardly see it through the happy tears. It’s big—stupid huge, actually—and I hold my hand out to look at it before I glance back up at him. “You didn’t answer me,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I smile against his lips as he starts to kiss me softly. “Say it out loud,” he begs quietly. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” I laugh. “You are the best fake husband I could ever have hoped for.” THE END