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At Blackwood mansion, Alexander's phone wouldn't stop ringing. He opened the post. His face darkened. Celine had gone too far. He immediately called her. She answered. "Finally." "What did you post?" Silence. "You know what I'm talking about." "I was angry." "You've dragged my wife into this." "She took you from me." "No." His voice became cold. "My family forced the marriage." Celine went silent. "But you chose to humiliate her." "I didn't mention her name." "You didn't have to."

I ran my hands over my face and gathering all the calm that was hanging by a thread, I said: - Ana Carolina, we're not getting married because I love you, because in truth, I hate you. We're getting married because you and your daddy blackmailed me and you, I don't even know how, are pregnant. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to become a loving fiancé or husband. - Kitten, think about it with me, our marriage is inevitable, so accept it and let me show you that I'm perfect for you, I guarantee that you'll fall in love with me in no time.

My words brought forth his signature smile, one that warmed my heart. Finally, we reached the fourth story, and I spoke with a touch of envy, my voice tender. "Marriage isn't about fleeting passion; it’s about lasting companionship." I cupped his cheek in my hand, making my promise clear. "Neil, if one day we walk into marriage together, I will spend the rest of my life with you, giving you a warm home. We will grow old together, experiencing every little part of life, and we’ll never part."

But Rita only chuckled in response, an insolent defiance etched upon her face. Stacy's anger reached its peak, her voice shaking as she unleashed her righteous indignation. "You claim he was yours to begin with? I trusted him as my husband, and I trusted you as my friend. How could you both deceive me like this?" Her words reverberated through the room, confronting the bitter truth that lay bare before her.

My heart thumped and I could feel blood drain from my face "Get married in three days time, will you?" He cocked his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Here's the wedding invitation card. I'v e already shared some with my friends." The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

“Sure thing love.” It didn’t sound utterly weird until I was done saying it and was walking my way upstairs like I had been here way longer than its owner himself. The muffled noise matched with that of a not so quiet questioning on my way up made me settle with pride as I got exactly what I was hoping for. Until my back made contact with the mattress that it all became so real. I’m freaking married to someone I don’t know, his grandfather wants me to remain with him and he definitely has someone in his life.

As if reading my mind, Dante says, "You're my wife. We are in this together now" "Now you want to acknowledge that I'm your wife you bastard?" ******************************************

I did everything possible to make you happy because I thought this was love we were feeling together. You promised to show me around the world, take me to places, and finally you will be the man to marry and make me happy for the rest of my life, what happened to all the promises you made to me hum? You couldn't even keep any of them, you broke them one after the other, you are so wicked, I hate you Smith, and the more I hate you, I miss you every damn second, this isn't fair at all, no lady like my caliber is meant to be treated this way.

My voice becomes firm as I speak the last sentence. “But what if I mess up? What if I let you down? I haven’t worked for one year.” She whispers, staring at me with her eyes filled with doubts. “You can never let me down, Wifey. That’s impossible. You could never disappoint me, no matter what happens. Because to me, you’re already a success, just by transforming yourself into a better person and facing your fears.” I draw her closer, wrapping my arms around her in a comforting embrace. “You are strong, Love. Stronger than you know. And I believe in you, with all my heart.”

I took it and examined. It's an agreement. I just have to sign the marriage contract and be his wife in paper, act infront of his family and I get the chance to live in his mansion. He seems to be giving me a chance to stay here in Paraiso de la Ferrer but I have to be his wife. "This is crazy. You're crazy," I blurted out.