Menikahi Pembantuku の小説・ストーリー

The see of people coming and going as they take their seats doesn’t let me have a look at my future husband. I have to admit the wedding planner did a superb job: our garden looks like a magical fairy tale with fairy lights all over the tent and a beautiful arch made of flowers on the far end of the garden, where I am going to join my life with a complete stranger. I don’t even know his name, we just call him Nikolay's son, no one bother to ask what his name was because it wasn’t important. We are getting married no matter what, his name, physical appearance, and every other detail about him is irrelevant; it won’t change anything. I am doomed to enter this marriage.

I screamed as the strong man carried me effortlessly out of the room. “It's about time, I wondered when you would stop calling your husband Mister." He said to me. “You're not my husband you fool!." I was saying but the man had quickly thrown me roughly out of the room room for insulting his boss. “You were married to Mr Shawn... I never knew he was married, you should consider yourself lucky instead of running your little trap." The man said and he took some ropes from a shelf. I backed away from him but there was no place to run to.

"Hahaha! Sucks to be her! She thought she could play that pretty face like a fiddle, but look who's getting exposed now?" "How's five million enough? He deserves some shares! Let this be a painful lesson for her!" … What an extravagant performance. They thought that by cornering me, I would have no choice but to pay up, all for my reputation and the company's stock price. Unfortunately for them, they miscalculated. I smoothed back my tangled hair, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and looked at Charlie with a calmness that sent chills down one's spine. "Fine. I'll marry you."

Everything seemed to have worked out fine when I met her at one such meeting a few years back. Unfortunately, within a few weeks of getting married, her husband turned out to be an abuser. Caty had to kill him one day to protect herself. She went through hell and came back over the years. And now, when things are falling back into place again, her fiancé might succumb to illness.

I felt trapped, ensnared in a web of circumstances beyond my control. Nicholas's presence beside me felt suffocating, a reminder of a painful past I had buried deep within. Fear and uncertainty gripped me as I contemplated the future with him as my husband. Could he change? Was there any hope for us? "If Nicholas is my husband, then this isn't marriage; it's bondage," I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything felt like a nightmare, and I was afraid of what lay ahead with Nicholas as my husband. The wedding ceremony continued around us, but my mind was elsewhere—lost in a tumult of emotions, grappling with the reality of marrying a man who had once been my tormentor.

She was almost crying. My wife's eyes darted between me and Helen. "Honey, is she… Helen?" I had been honest with my wife about our relationship. When she asked the question, I nodded. My wife was silent for a few seconds before suddenly holding my hand and smiling brightly at Helen. "I have to thank you for breaking up with him. Otherwise, I would never have found myself such a great husband." Helen's eyes widened. She knew that my wife was sticking up for me. She wanted to retort, but she noticed how my wife was glowing while she herself looked much older.

“A contract? What do you mean?” Amber bit her lip, her gaze darting around the café. “Ryan had to be married to inherit his grandfather’s estate. It was in the will. And I—” She swallowed hard. “I was a stripper. I worked in this cheap joint, trying to make enough money to get by. Ryan showed up one night, and he offered me a way out.” Sophia’s eyes widened, her freckles paling slightly. “Wait… he hired you to be his wife?”

When he was sure, I am not going to comment on his statement, he sighed "Whatever I am going to say is nothing new and I have been telling you this for past one week." "The things you already did and planning to do with Shwetha Bhabhi is wrong. We both know she is innocent in all these things. It was never to come to this. We were supposed to use her just as a bait. Her purpose in this whole mission ended the minute her monster of a father died. She was not to be dragged in all these mess, yet you did. The girl in that room is your wife. You accept it or not, she is your better half. The sooner you accept it the better."

The thought of leaving this hell-calling home supposed to make me happy and unleeched from the chain instead, I felt worse. I was getting married to someone I hadn't met before and the fact that they were enemies with my family, made me even more bitter. Aware of the bad blood they have with my family would make them treat me like a slave or even worse and the thought of it made me shiver. Lost in my dilemma, my elder sister spoke, "But Mom, doesn't this mean that we will be inlaws with our enemy?" Veronica asked my mother and then, a knowing evil smirk that I was used to seeing crept her lips as she sipped the glass of wine she had been holding since the beginning of this marriage discussio