Medical Genius Unspeakable Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

I'm somewhere in the middle. I navigate the murky waters, an enigma that shifts between the realms of darkness and light. I'm a creature of duality, treading a path that skirts the edges of both shadows and illumination. Her words, not mine. Only she can say such big words. Dr. Allegra Mancini—A really beautiful and intelligent woman. How the fuck did I get so lucky? But I've got to confess, it hasn't exactly been a stroll through the amusement park either. I mean, who knew that this whole "marriage thing" would require more effort than assembling a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle?

Maybe a drink would help me calm my nerves, but then I realise that I need a clear mind for what is to happen. “No, thank you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. The woman simply nods at me before turning to walk away. As she leaves, I sit quietly, waiting patiently as I listen to the fire crackle softly, filling the silence. I remain perfectly still, afraid that if I move too much, I will betray how unprepared I feel. This is a mansion. I am here to meet the man I agreed to marry... a complete stranger. All because my mother is dying...

David announced, which made Geneva widen her eyes out of her shock. “Wife?!” she exclaimed. “And when did you get a wife? As far as I know, Stacey, who is your fiancee, is still in Europe. So how did you get a wife? One more thing,” Geneva looked at Mariane from head to toe, causing Mariane to feel awkward. “She is not your type. If you look from head to toe, it’s obvious that she doesn’t come from a rich family. And she looks younger than you.” Geneva bluntly said.

she annoyingly shrieked. "Come on, Hailey, my daughter, stop fantasizing about him. He's married now, okay? Just accept it," a big white man said with tobacco in his mouth, and he coolly sat down closer to his daughter. "I know something is off, Dad. I'm telling you. I never saw that woman with him for so many years I followed him so, how could he marry her? I can smell something fishy is going on," she mentioned with her intuition about the girl that Grey married.

If she was pretending to have amnesia, then her little act would soon be exposed. A lot of voices and scenes started ringing inside her head… The aristocratic man was holding the flowers while asking, “Let’s get married, shall we?” During the wedding, the host had asked her, “Would you be willing to take Mr. Zachary as your beloved husband?” Later, Eugene told her, “We’re carrying a madness gene, so you cannot have children with him.” These voices kept haunting her, and there was a burst of pain in her head, feeling like it was about to explode!

Curious despite himself, he asked “Proof of what?” “Of my sterility,” announced Rachel firmly. Jake felt shocked. “You’re sterile?” “No! It’s part of the plan. See, what was the motive behind our marriage in the first place? A heir. A when Devin finds out that there’s no question of producing a heir, the marriage does not stand. Ditto,” she finished, snapping her fingers in a concluding way to emphasize her point.

I swallowed hard, glancing at the blood pooling on the floor before looking back at him. “And look at my life, Adrian. Every man I’ve ever known is a killer. My first gift from my father was a revolver which he later used to kill my first dog for interrupting his business meeting.” I fought back a scoff at the memory, my voice wavered, but I held his gaze. “So I don’t care what conclusions you’ve drawn in that stubborn, infuriating head of yours or what they say. You’re not the devil, Adrian. You’re my husband.” I said.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

She asked me to hold my questions until she was done and I agreed. “I married one of the finest men in the county at a very young age. He was much older than me, but he was kind and had land, money, power and looks. A fine catch he was. After years of trying to conceive I grew frustrated, as did he. He worried about dying without an heir to take over his lands and position. He grew angry with me about the possibility of my being barren and actually threatened to cast me out for a new wife if I didn’t conceive soon. One night, I did the unthinkable. I coupled with a traveling warlock who was passing through. He was strong and beautiful. I remember how his jet-black hair glistened in the m

“The truth is that I just found out; I was not aware of the wedding; I was blinded by pride; I cannot consent to a contract marriage; we are not in the Middle Ages anymore; that bothers me a lot; now I realize what an imbecile I was. With your companies, you don't need to trick a rich heir; on the contrary, you must take care of yourself from some freeloader, and I'm neither playing nor scheming; the attack was true; if it hadn't been for you, that day I would have been killed for sure; I don't understand either, why didn't you recognize me? I'm not an easy man to forget; that's what they tell me.” “Angelo, you are very arrogant; although you may be right, what happens is that I only saw you