Marrying Ms Ritchie Novels & Stories

"Using me like some pawn in your twisted game of power and control. How could you do this to me?" Richie's expression hardened, his gaze cold and unforgiving as he regarded her with thinly veiled disdain. "You should have thought about that before you married me," he replied icily. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to." With that, Richie turned around and strode out of the room, leaving Valeria alone once more with her shattered dreams and the bitter taste of betrayal lingering on her lips.As she sank back onto the bed, tears of frustration and anger streaming down her cheeks, Valeria knew that her battle was far from over.

No wonder he was able to convince me Marcy had written the letter that led me straight here. “Now that you’ve seen my face, I’m going to have to make you forget you ever saw me in some way.” He replied. “I don’t understand.” I honestly didn’t. “Some way like what? What are you going to do, Richie?” “We’d think about that later.” “Richie, you have to let me go! What the hell is the motive behind this goddamn stress? Let me go! You do know I have a wedding to attend, right?”

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.

Sabastine asked. "That's right, you are," Richie confirmed. "Good. What is happening between you and my daughter? Hasn't it taken too long to come and do your marriage rites? My daughter isn't getting any younger, you know. Four years is more than enough. I never expected this from you or your father. When are you planning to marry Gracy?" Mr. Sabastine demanded. "I don't think I ever will. You made the deal with my father. I suggest you both should also break the deal. I won't be a part of those arrangements. I have a woman already and two kids," Richie replied firmly.

On the final morning, I came downstairs to find John having breakfast with Samantha. She glanced at me, then turned to him with a bright smile. "Uncle Matt is getting married. Johnny, will you take me to the wedding?" John's eyes softened at once. "Of course I will. You're my fiancée." Her cheeks flushed pink as she laughed, then she looked at me. "Audrey, you should come too." Before I could answer, John cut in coldly, "She can't. What if she causes trouble again? I won't risk that embarrassment."

He hadn't even noticed my parents pulling their investments from his business as he'd been too busy taking care of Ivy. I lowered my gaze to conceal the emotions swirling in my eyes. "No, because he never officially marked me under the Goddess of the Moon's witness. He's never even confessed to me. He's at best just a friend. I don't see any need to tell him that I'm getting married." Aunt Selma sighed. "I see. I guess I'll never understand young people nowadays. I've booked a midnight flight and should be able to make it to the wedding." "Thanks, Aunt Selma. Safe travels."

Seeing this, Ghea, who had only been half-heartedly listening to him all this time, began to feel sorry for him and a little guilty. Putting down her plate and brushing the cake crumbs off the front of her shirt, Ghea asked Richie, who had been sitting on the ground, to move and sit beside her. “Go on. Tell me the rest!” Ghea urged, her expression turning serious. “I think I've been struck by zink. I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since the moment I first laid eyes on her.” “And then...?” “It hurts, but she's already married. She's the wife of ABI TV's owner,” Richie said with disappointment. “What if I just become a homewrecker?”

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in a navy suit walked in carrying a thick folder. He offered me a polite smile before taking the seat across from me. “Good morning, Miss Olivia, my name is Hayes, Mr Kingsley’s attorney. He placed the folder on the table and slid it towards me. “I'd like you to read the marriage agreement carefully before signing anything”. I looked down at the document. It was thicker than I expected. “Is all of this….really necessary?”. I asked Mr Hayes smiled professionally. “When the groom is Damian Kingsley, every detail is necessary”.

Levi Hoffman detests having his photo taken. Whenever his company holds press conferences, he forbids all reporters from bringing their cameras inside. Even though we've been married for three years, we've never taken a single photo together, let alone our wedding photos. He's cold and aloof by nature, and he refuses to waste his life in front of a camera lens. To him, it's utterly meaningless. However, things change the moment I see a photo of him and a young woman inside a photo booth at the mall. The young woman was smiling sweetly at the camera while Levi gazed at her with a doting expression on his face. They were huddled close together in the photo, looking just like any of the ot

Rick was taken into police custody. There were security cameras at the scene—the evidence was ironclad. There was no way out for him. Meanwhile, my wedding to Lydia was officially set in motion. I wanted to give her a grand ceremony—something she truly deserved. On the day of the wedding, Michelle showed up uninvited. She looked gaunt and haggard—a far cry from the vibrant, head-turning woman she used to be. "Cyrus..." Her voice was hoarse as she reached for my hand.