Marrying The Ketchups Novels & Stories

“ I've been trying to call you, Dominique sent in some divorce papers and the will states that the property is now in his name! What are you going to do? You're not going to divorce him right? Right?” I smiled more of a cold smile than a friendly one. “ I'll be there tomorrow, inform Dominique, I want him there when I sign it as for the will… I don't care he can have it.” “ But yo-you worked so hard for this!” “ I know, but he made his choice and I made mine and also prepare some marriage certificates, I and my husband will be there tomorrow.” “ Husband!? What?!!” “ Bye!!” “ Gen? wait! Don't—” I ended the call, handing the phone back to Charles.

A giggle escaped my lips, “Have you never heard of muddin’?” James looked at me as if I’d grown a second head as he glanced between the trucks and my face, “Muddin’?” “I guess that means you and I are going to have to do just that.” As I said the words, I realized that I was making future plans with James. Plans that involved him and I choosing to remain married and creating memories together. “You want me to buy us a truck to go muddin’?” James smirked, glancing over at the trucks.

With a sneer, I yanked the necklace off and flung it into his hands. As I watched him fasten it around Dinah's neck, her expression triumphant, I smiled and gave my blessing. "Congratulations on your marriage."

However, Marvin cleverly avoided her every time. As soon as Marvin finished speaking, Yueqian said to Chloe with an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, I almost forgot that Brother Mo is married. In the past, when Brother Mo was not married, he would order a plate of crabs every time, and he would peel a full bowl of crab soup for me as soon as possible." Looking at his hands, Yueqian said with a smile. It took about an hour and a half to finish the meal. Originally, Marvin said that he would send Chloe back home, but when he saw that Miao Miao was with her, he gave her a few words of advice and then returned to the company with Yueqian.

Maybe she would talk to Semion later to ease his mind. "Celeste, do you want some ketchup? My nanny made this using her recipe; there's no kind like it in the world except in the Lombardi family," Luca handed Celeste a small plate containing ketchup. Celeste's face lit up when she accepted it. "Wow, thank you, Luca! I'm glad I get to taste it." "Of course, you're a Lombardi, too!" Her heart swelled at the words, and she smiled even wider. "I'll try it, okay?" She dipped the end of a hotdog into the ketchup and took a bite. Her eyes widened in delight. "Hmm! The ketchup is delicious!"

Now, I'm married to one of the richest, most eligible men in Europe, to help my cancer-stricken mama and find my father, if he is still alive, I know in my heart, that he was elbow deep into the Carusos' shenanigans. "Thank you…Emma Caruso." Liam remarks. "Now, to seal it." He walks over to my seat, swoops down, and engulfs me in a kiss. His lips move smoothly over mine, now that I'm not drunk, I can feel the intricate details of his lips. Happy married life to me.

“Papi, after school we look for the fire-head LEGO, okay? I promise I won’t put sand in my pockets again.” I covered my face. “Again?” Zane just chuckled and kissed my temple before heading out. “I’ll take him. Don’t cook too much. We’ll be back at one.” When the door shut and a thin blanket of quiet settled over the kitchen, Maritza lifted her bowl with dramatic flair, her face contorting like a telenovela star who just learned her husband had a secret second wife in Puebla. “Get the tissues ready,” she declared, stirring her cucumber salad. “We’re crying with waterproof mascara tonight.”

I pressed the capture button and quickly sent it to Kalex. Yes babe, I'm going to marry you, again. I love you too.

"I’ve acted selfishly and foolishly, been confused, and through it all, you’ve kept loving me and being here for me. I thought I’d lose you today… first in battle, and then if you left alone. It made me realize you’re the only one for me. You’re the one I truly love. When we leave, when we find a new place to stay, I think we should get married. Kattie, will you marry me?" She looks at me with wide eyes, her mouth slightly agape. "But Tjeck, only the upper-class gets married. We’ve never done that here in the underworld." "I don’t care. I want to marry you. What do you say?" I ask, feeling nervous, until she finally smiles. "Yes, of course my answer is yes, Tjeck."

She asked him as she took another fork of beef into her mouth alongside the sauce that flowed like a viscous liquid. "I don't have a name for it but enjoy, it won't happen often," he said coldly. Kenzie pouted and slowly emptied her plate, wondering how he came up with such a nice food. After her meal, she sat before him thinking of how to start up a conversation and bring up the matter about marriage plans.