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Master uttered being unamused but this time with his voice sounding a lot emotionless, he surprised madam Genelia to the core with the choice of his words. Madam's face decorated a deep frown of displeasure. Her husband seem to have multi meaning of his stated words. While soon continuing speaking again, master cleared her every little doubt next. "My woman, Alejandro Garcia's woman you are. My name is involved with everything you do. Good or bad, I would have to own the equal responsibility of your deeds!" Making his words crystal clear to her, madam Genelia's frowned was soon replaced with one unexplainable emotion. Madam got his every word clear.

Wikanya asked in a stiff voice, casting a scornful look at Mongkol. Mongkol was surprised that master's name suddenly changed. But the name was answered by saying that it was the original name of the master. “Master, let me bring lunch to my office,” said the butler, even though the boss intentionally avoids meeting his wife’s face. “Your lunch portion I have already prepared at the table.” Wikanya’s face was filled with dissatisfaction that she couldn’t hide. “Why didn’t he come down?” Mongkol was shocked but remained calm. The mistress’s expression had not been the same since her return from the hospital. Doubts are hidden. It is not appropriate to ask the Master. Only by the act did he re

Viren who just came out of the washroom shocked to see her action , he come out of his shocked and asked her :” Are you mad , what are you doing ? Anisha gets frustrated , she opened her eyes and said :” Remember , don’t interfere in my life . Don’t forget you are not my real husband but a thing which I purchased from your ex wife. Never question me and stays in your limit “. Saying this, she covered herself from the blanket , while Viren was looking at her sleeping form with pain .

Thomas struggled to carry Sabrina to the room and finally entered and locked the door after making sure everything was safe. Safe? Safe according to Thomas, of course. Sabrina and Thomas were unaware that they were being followed by the owner of the resort. Adam had purchased the resort two months ago, without his wife's knowledge, as he no longer shared such things with Sabrina amidst their despicable affair. Caught red-handed, Adam opened the hotel room with a spare key and caught the adulterers without any defense. "From now on, you're no longer my wife!" he exclaimed. All Adam could remember at that moment was his late ex-wife: Maya. He now understood how Maya felt when she caught him do

Master says as he sits in the back with me and holds my hand in the middle. "Damon I swear to god if you're late to your own wedding party," Marcus says as he drives the car to his club. Will giggles from the passenger seat and smirks at me. "I think you should let them have a quick fuck before the party," Will says and Marcus rolls his eyes. "No. You can fuck after. Let the sexual tension build up then it'll be better," Marcus says as he makes a firm look at Master through the car mirror. "Fine. But you better let me be rough in the playroom. It's my wedding day," Master says and Marcus nods reluctantly.

I undressed Anastasia and lowered her gently into the steaming bath. I had removed my shirt, not bothering to change my wet jeans. I was cleaning her arms and she was in the bath, eyes closed, and leaning on the bathtub when she suddenly sat upright. “Hey” I blurted out, holding her arms but to my surprise, she touched my cheek. “Hmm? Are Regan?” her words are slurred as she rakes her gaze in my face “My husband is really my husband even in my dreams”

Her selflessness felt like a slap across the face. He wasn’t mad at her—no, he could never be. But he was angry at the idea she put into the world. Her being his mistress? Hell no. That wasn’t part of the life he dreamed of. Not once in all those years—during his busiest nights or loneliest mornings—had he imagined a future where Riah was just a secret he kept tucked away in the dark. In every version of his dream, she was beside him, proud and radiant, not hidden. His wife. The mother of his kids. His partner in all things.

This is so sudden and highly unacceptable. I pace around the room in confusion, trying to digest the excess of what the fuck is happening. An arranged marriage with a mob ,not only is he a mob,I heard he's the most ruthless man on earth; he kills at every slight mistake. He wouldn't spare a second if things went wrong. I've heard about him taking down his own uncle just to get the position of a don in his Mafia syndicate. I once heard that he tried to kill his girlfriend after a serious torture from him, and now that same man is going to marry me?

Untouched by disaster. But the eyes that slide toward me are full of whispers. Aria’s here. Does she know? She looks beautiful… poor thing. Poor thing. I hear that one clearly. My hands shake. I lace them together behind my back so no one sees. Then I see him. Damon. My husband. He stands near the middle of the room, tall, strong, with that sharp jaw and cold, careful expression the world has always called “controlled.” I know better. Damon controls nothing when it comes to his senses. He hides them. He cages them. And sometimes… they break free.

"About Master, I know that it isn't right of me to request this from you, but please be understanding of his situation. I apologise on his behalf. It's just that you were his wife, and now that you have lost ten years worth of memory, it does imply that you will change a lot too. Ten years is a long period of time." "What about my memories? When will I get them?" she questioned. That would be the best possible solution to this situation. The nineteen year her wasn't suited to lead a life of a twenty-nine year old, and moreover, a child was involved in this. This was probably the most difficult situation she had encountered!