Marrying Ms Ritchie Novels & Stories

He said all this with absurd calmness. "Did you at least find out about Rick's wedding?" I asked. "I found out even more. He hasn't gotten married yet, but he's living with a woman, and let me tell you something—this time he knew how to choose, because besides being gorgeous, she's a millionaire!" "What do you mean?" "Anabel Lancaster! Does that name ring a bell?" "As far as I know, she's just some rich girl who sleeps with married men."

I asked gesturing towards the letter. Rita gasped, clutching her chest like she'd just been stabbed. Her eyes were wide, her hand trembling as if she was so scandalized and I had just said something vile. "Oh, please, Rita. Stop with the theatrics," I said with a wave of my hand. "Just leave with your husband. The only reason he married you is because you're pregnant. He's been obsessed with having a baby, isn’t that right?" I finished off winking at Eric like the two of us shared secrets that Nina knew nothing about.

"I don't believe no one can take charge of this matter. If no one here can, I'll bring it to the Capital City. If Capital City doesn't want to help, I'll go to the TV station. Let's see who gets the last laugh." With that, Marissa retorted, "How outrageous. Consider yourself already lucky to be able to marry into our family. You even want to push your luck and threaten us? Who do you think you are?" Marissa's face grew gimmer by the second, glaring at Raeleigh only for her to ask, "I didn't marry into the Richards family but to Jepherson. Since he chose me, I don't see a reason for me to leave."

Bruce was a little more conservative in his blue suit, although his hot pink bowtie matched Ritchie’s jacket. The colorful pair was more than cordial with Chris, welcoming him as if he were an old friend. The three struck up a conversation before the start of the wedding. He already knew that Ritchie was a famous interior designer but was surprised to learn that Bruce was a former surgical nurse at Massachusetts General. When Chris asked how they met, Ritchie explained they had a serendipitous moment on the streets of New York City. Ritchie was still living there at the time, and Bruce was on holiday. Their eyes met,

But each time Richie had been there, cooing me back to sleep with a softness I never knew he possessed. Or maybe it had all been a dream, crafted by my delusional mind. And for that reason, I knew that I truly needed to get a grip. Somehow, I would find out what Ricci had been up to. I would uncover some secrets-maybe even very dark ones. I would accomplish my goal of this marriage. Was I ready for what could come? Did I want to do it? Was Ricci slowly taking up space in my thoughts? Worse... My heart?

She suddenly became nervous. "What is it?" I asked in a worried tone. “Yes, let's wait for Richie.” Richie approached us with take-outs in hand. “Here you go.” He placed the package on the table and joined Beth. She reached for him, tears shone in her eyes. He pecked her on the head. “I thought she would've spilled her guts by now,” Richie teased. “Well, skip the suspense already,” I urged excitedly. “We're getting married.”

“You’ve done your job well so far. He seems… easy to manage.” I blinked. Once. Twice. Did she really just say that? “You mean because I’m dating him?” I said slowly, trying to keep my voice calm even though my heart was pounding like a war drum. “That’s what this is?” Vivian smirked, swirling her wine like she was on some kind of villain monologue. “You’re not marrying for love, sweetheart. You’re not a child. This isn’t some fairy tale. You’re in a position to secure something valuable for our family.”

A few months had passed since Richard Vale’s arrest, and life had grown quieter, though not quite the same as before. Too much had changed for that. The shock had faded, but everyone was still finding a new rhythm. Marcus and Beatrice had married a few months after the arrest in a ceremony that was intimate by their standards, though still elegant enough that most people would have called it grand. They had wanted something simple and warm, without the kind of spectacle their families could easily create. Of course, with the Sterlings and the Volkovs in attendance, even a modest gathering had turned into an impressive affair.

Maeve had no desire to be a mistress for the rest of her life. She wanted to become Mrs. Thatcher. When Calla was still in the picture, their marriage was already approved by both families. Maeve never stood a chance. Now that Calla was out of the running, however, the position of Mrs. Thatcher would be hers.

“…If she gets close to me by chance, I’ll be force to separate you from her.” He threatened his wife. “If we aren’t welcome, we may as well leave your house and go back to where we came from.” She replied boldly. “And you think I’ll allow you to go that easily?…You’re my wife and whatever I say stands. Don’t think you can get away from me easily.” ******************************************* Rebecca’s only desire is to be with the one she thinks loves her. But her heart gets broken when he leaves her and ends the relationship. She conceals her pregnancy and deals with her burden alone. Duke Williams seeks her hand in marriage and marries her, well aware that she is pregnant with anoth