Marry My Husband Chapter 30 Novels & Stories

And within minutes I was thrown onto the backseat and my husband just ordered the chauffeur to take us home. My heart thudded inside my chest, as if it's going to rip out. His home , that means I really married to the man I love, it is not a dream and I am going to his home and that will be my home from now on. *** Hey everyone!! So the first chapter is here. I hope you like it. I promise you won’t regret reading this book. If you are interested in emotional and steamy books then…glue to this book till the end. Love Pia

“Goodness, Chantylle! You are making us embarrass! Vren’s family might think we are abusing them already because of your actions! They might think you’re a nonsense wife!” I was speechless. My heart clenched. “Go and be with him! Talk to your guests!” Mama hissed more before she walked away. I stoop, feeling so hurt. I badly wanna walk out in this but I know I couldn’t. I married Vren. I am his wife now. Maybe accepting it now would somehow make everything change. Sound of the footsteps that is walking towards my direction made me went back to the reality. “Are you okay, Mrs. Marzon?” a deep baritone voice spoked behind me.

Ahmed asked. “We’re fine,” Amelia replied briefly, busy unwrapping the cutlery for her father. “And your marriage? Is everything going well? Does your husband treat you right?” Amelia paused, looking up and smiling at her father. “Everything is fine. Ethan treats me very well.” “Are you sure?” Ahmed asked, his gaze steady as he tried to read her expression. Ahmed had initially disapproved of Amelia’s decision to marry a man who already had a wife. He had been concerned about the challenges his daughter might face. However, after many reassurances, Ahmed had reluctantly given his blessing.

“Oh, I mean that Davy. I don't care about any woman who is in pain. I don’t care about you saving the world. I want you, my husband, the one I just married who should be enjoying our honeymoon and not some prodigy doctor.” “Look,” he held my jaw up so I could see him, and I held his gaze, ensuring he saw the truth blazing in them. “We will talk better when I come back, but I have to go.” He leaned to kiss me, and I allowed him because I was a weakling for him and because it may as well be the last time it happened, so I had to enjoy it while it lasted. Davy pulled away slowly, his eyes still pleading with me but I drew a deep breath, gathering enough strength for what was to come.

"You can leave if you want. Like I said, the door’s right there." "Ha bloody ha, you’re not getting rid of me that easily," Aiden said, and he slumped down his chair. "I can’t believe I have to get married to Emmeline Hawthorne in a month. Fuck my life." "You’re what?" Amelia’s mouth fell open in shock. She must have misheard. "You’re marrying her― How? Why?!"

Much love, xx ~~ btw, I've got a new book and it should be up today on my profiIe. It’s called FALLING FOR MY HUSBAND. It'd be nice to see you guys there. It's my first take on an arranged marriage trope and it’s a bit lighter than this one ;) thank you again

I didn't want any thoughts hindering our marriage. "We'll sort that out later. What we need to focus on now is our marriage, okay?" I snapped. *** Our wedding ceremony went as perfect as ever and we were now an officially wedded couple. A/n: hey guys, this is the second to the last chapter, please read on ☺️ Love y'all 😘

Tears blurred my vision “Answer me!” Marcel roared, his grip on my wrist turning painful. The words tore out of me before I could stop them, each one stabbing deep into my own chest. “I’m married, okay? I’m married to Aiden. I’ve been his wife… for over three years now.” I could barely breathe, let alone look at him while I said them. And the moment they left my lips, he froze. Completely. Like his body had just turned to stone. Slowly, his eyes dropped....not to me, not to my face, but to my hand.

"Ms. Whitmore. Will you marry me? Will you become Mrs. Ellsworth?" My eyes filled. I held out my hand, smiling wide enough to hurt. "I will." (The End)

Mustafa’s gaze restlessly followed her, watching her disappear after a few seconds. “Sorry, son but you can't get married now. Maybe, after six months, but not now.” Aaqib Ahwaan announced his final decision and stood up, his head feeling heavy with the events. He seeked himself towards the direction where his wife went. “But baba–” “No means no. The discussion is over.” 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋