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She now has cute frown on her face. I spoke gently ''Siya. I don't know how to say this but we both got married last night. I wasn't the one who kidnapped you but one of my dadaji's old friend or you can say enemy. He tricked my family and you as well. After kidnapping you from orphanage he injected drugs into you and we both got married. He told me that you are orphan and also uneducated but don't worry I will never treat you bad. You are my wife and no one can change that fact. I will be your family. I know this is sudden to you but we have to accept it. In my family we don't do divorce.'' She was shocked with all the explanations. No worries. She is still digesting news of marriage. I gav

I’m marrying Williams Montenegro tomorrow. My reasons? Do they even matter? Or can I convince myself that it’s finally my turn to experience fairy tales turning into reality? Whatever his reasons maybe, I’ve come down to one—the same reason why a character marries their prince. —G. AA. . . TBC —please leave some gems for me—

"Brenda, my grandma just passed away. You're not invited, so please leave. As for Megan, she's my wife, which makes her Grandma's granddaughter-in-law. Of course she can stay." Brenda froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Do you really have to do all this just to make me regret breaking up with you, Harry? "You even made up a story that your grandma passed away and that Megan's your wife. Everyone knows how much you love me. "You're nothing but my lapdog. Your grandma's really something, too. She actually went along with your little act." Brenda continued impatiently, "Hurry up and take down all this disgusting stuff. Do you even want to marry me?"

He paused and turned back to me with a smirk on his face. "You are eating off of me. You agreed to this marriage because of money didn't you?" his voice was like venom tearing into my flesh and straight to my heart. I shook my head rapidly and fought back the tears that threatened me. "You wanted money, your family's life changed after you married me. You can literally sit with the number one citizen of this country because of my name that you bare all in the name of your marriage to me. How can you possibly be a victim when you are a gold digger willing to steal someone's Identity to be rich" he spat and turned around.

One would think the wedding was his since he'd singlehandedly been planning every step of his master plan carefully for weeks since the mysterious demise of Darius Martel. Initially, the wedding truly was his to Darius' widow, Cayetana Martel, but out of the blue, he woke up feeling like I was of age to marry either of the Martel daughters and prove I had his blood running through my veins. In all the twenty-six years of my life, I hadn't imagined myself marrying anyone anytime soon, that too, a woman like Sofia. I was raised to be merciless, cold and heartless. Looking into those innocent milky pools of the most uncommonly striking green eyes I'd ever seen vividly reflected the delicate nat

What do you hate 🥲 Who is your favorite character and why 🤭 What do you want me to add to the story:more twists, betrayal or lots of love 😘 I need every details guys, I love to socialize even though I am not the bold type 🥲 Feel free to act like any character and let your imagination run wild 😜 I remain your kind, shy, weird devoted writer and author Natasha Gwen 😌 Enjoy 🤧 Feel free to send gems too 🥹

Panicked, Mia glanced at the bathroom door and stepped closer to it, lowering her voice. “What?” Jessa exclaimed. “He asked you to do what? What led to that? What did you say to him?” “I didn’t say anything,” Mia replied, her voice cracking. “I did everything you asked so far, and then he suddenly asked me to marry him. I can’t do this anymore. Please help me get out of here. I promise I’ll find a way to pay you back.” There was a brief pause. Then Jessa spoke. “Say yes.”

All he knew was that he transferred two thousand dollars into my account every month, and that was enough for me to live on. Mark suddenly let out a laugh—one that sounded worse than crying. He picked up his phone and dialed another number. “Hey, Greg. I need to ask you something.” The person on the other end was his university mate, now a family lawyer back home. “Mark? This is rare. What’s up?” “I… I’d like to ask, if I got married to someone, but the license is fake, what do I need to do to make her my legal wife?” There was a three-second silence on the other end.

FEDORA’S POV A HALF MONTH LATER Half a month had passed since that unfateful day when I had agreed to marry Lorcan, the most powerful alpha of entire state. Now, the day had arrived, and the entire pack was bustling with excitement and preparations. I found myself seated in front of a mirror, my reflection staring back at me as Caroline, my best friend, skillfully arranged my hair and applied delicate touches of makeup.