Marrying Ms Ritchie Novels & Stories

I had not seen her at all since my marriage to Quinn and all the drama of being the CEO'S wife because she was on leave. "Good day, Amanda," Martha greeted in a sickening sweet voice. "What a surprise. When I heard you were the new director of research, I didn't believe it. I had to come and see it for myself." As she spoke, she looked me up and down like she was looking for something. I was uncomfortable with that but I let her have her fun. Martha walked closer to me, lowering her voice. Her sharp, eagle-like eyes narrowed. "How did you do it? How were you able to seduce the CEO and get him to marry you?"

"If I can get help from others, I also don't have to marry Noah and accept your curses, Mom..." Mrs. Gina was even more surprised, "Marry?" Grace nodded tearfully, "Yes, mom. I'm married to Noah." [Slap!] Mrs. Gina raised her hand and prepared to slap Grace again. The slap did land hard, but not on Grace's cheek but on someone else's. "Noah?!" "Y-you dare come here?!" An angry Mrs. Gina was even more outraged to find Noah there, especially when Noah replaced Grace to receive the slap. The atmosphere in Mrs. Gina's hospital room became even worse when Mrs. Gina, who heard the news of Grace and Noah's quickie wedding, couldn't resist the shock, causing her to have another heart attack.

I could see it in her relaxed shoulders during our conversations about what the future held and in the tentative flutter of her smile, even though it had been subdued. I took comfort in knowing that our marriage would occur differently from what once had been our fantasies. Decoration, guests, and extensive speeches were immaterial. All that really mattered was she, and she had given her consent. There, my hand clasped with hers before all who had assembled, a sense of somber heaviness filled the air. Tears yearned to fall in Amelia's eyes, yet she fought them back. In the deep recesses of her sadness, she mourned for her mom. Today, however, she took a vow—a promise—to all of us, and hersel

Like she'd deleted them or they'd been deleted for her. That's when I started digging. Alexander Richie. Sixty-two years old. CEO of Richie Industries. Net worth around fifty million. And according to public records, this was his fourth marriage. My fourth marriage at sixty-two wasn't that strange. But when I looked up his previous wives, my stomach started churning. Elizabeth Richie, died 2019. Age twenty-four. Maria Richie, died 2020. Age twenty-five. Jennifer Richie, died 2022. Age twenty-four.

So, Eric, I don't want you anymore. He shook his head frantically, panic written all over his face. "No, it's not like that. Gina, I was wrong. I'm sorry, I really am! I regret it so much. It was just a moment of impulse." He tried to reach for me, but Jonah blocked him. "Gina, please believe me. I know I messed up. I love you. I've always loved you. You're the one I want to marry." Tears welled up in Eric's eyes—the kind of tears that came with the crushing realization of losing me for good, a mix of regret and panic.

She ended the call, and I shoved my phone into my purse, my lips tilting into a grin. I’d met Dom five years ago at a tech convention. My company was meant to display our latest inventions that day, but my car had broken down on the way. He saw me struggling and helped me. From then on, we kept in close touch. Soon we were dating, and not long after, we were married. It had been three years already, yet the memory still made my heart race. Shoving my excitement down, I walked to the gates and pressed the doorbell. Once. Twice. Four times—before a guard finally walked out, a frown etched into his face. He didn’t seem familiar. Had Dom changed the guards or something?

" The more Ralph listened, the more it made sense. After all, she had been through so much that she could see things that most people don't. "I got it. I'm going to ask Ms. Riggs out tomorrow!" He seemed to have realized that by marrying this woman, he could get what he wanted. Therefore, he was now keen on marriage, wishing he could get it done and over with. "Ms. Riggs is the apple of the Riggs' eyes. She might be a little arrogant and strange. I heard that she's very indifferent to outsiders. You better control yourself and don't piss her off." As soon as Ralph heard this, he was immediately unhappy again. "Why should I marry her if she has so many shortcomings? Why can't I find someone b

I'll get married, but I am never having kids. He checks his watch again. "It's almost midnight. Let's go." He's so sure of himself, me, and us. "We're ready for the next couple." A short woman in a light brown pant suit steps out of the altar room. She looks down to her clipboard. "Ryland Bates and Marissa Melrose." Ryland's hand shoots up like he's in elementary school again ready to answer the most important question of his life. "Here!" He pulls me forward and I suddenly regret the tall ass red heels I picked out while channeling Aspen's gold pumps. They might make me taller, but I'm not used to walking around this high up.

She appears irritated. You have to let Jonathan go; he doesn't deserve you. I'll find a decent man for you. "There is nothing wrong with what I said; she is definitely Jonathan's wife; they were married in a little church on a hilltop; with a bouquet of flowers plucked by the roadside; in a shady old dress." Mei expressed her pride in her life while grinning. Are you certain? Excitedly, Michele enquired. She released Sarah's hand, who had been observing their exchange.

"I laughed. "Martha!I told you not to disturb Rick.He has a wedding to plan"I said jokily. Martha shrugged my shoulders. "I had to.I was worried that something would have happened to you. "Thank you for trying go help me either way "I said. "How is Miriam doing?"I asked. Rick told me about all his adventures abroad and all the things he had to do to prove to her parents that he really wanted to marry their daughter. Martha had decided to leave halfway through the conversation.She had to get back to the kids.