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She looked out the window at the dark street. "He’s my husband," she murmured. "He should have seen it." "He’s a product," I countered. "You have to understand the factory. Gideon is a machine, but Helena is the one who built him to be cold. She’s the one who wired him to stay silent while Selene and the staff tore you down. She programmed the indifference. To Gideon, the marriage was a strategic merger. He didn't know the merger was founded on a fraudulent debt his mother created."

’ She opened her arms. I didn’t move. ‘Get some rest. Order room service if you want.’ ‘You haven’t eaten either. Stay. Share a meal?’ ‘I can’t. In the morning, I’ll introduce you to my wife.’ ‘Your wife?’ She blinked. ‘Rusty mentioned it. I thought he was joking.’ ‘He wasn’t.’ ‘It’s just… hard to imagine you married. Of all the guys in the gang, you were the least likely.’ I wished Mira could’ve heard that. Maybe then she’d understand why I insisted on the wedding. Without a very public, very official ceremony, no one believed me when I said I had a wife.

“You’re still hurting.” “Typical,” my stepmother muttered under her breath. "So tell us,” Lia continued, her eyebrow arching dramatically, “how does it feel to be Ryan’s mistress?” My breath hitched. “I’m going to be his wife,” I shot back, though even saying it felt strange on my tongue. The thought of it irritated me in ways I couldn’t explain Lia chuckled, shaking her head. “Your husband is a manwhore. Everyone knows that.” “Don't you dare, you slut” I shot back. I don’t know why I defended him,I wasn’t even sure I liked Ryan half the time. But something about hearing her mock him hit me.

I still have to be discreet. Marcus believes he buried his wife. He never imagined he was nurturing his enemy in absence.

"Then you lose all payment. Medical benefits cease. And you'll have signed a non-disclosure agreement so tight, even your grandkids will be bound by it legally. The weight of the binder in her arms felt heavier now. She imagined telling Leni this over a phone call. “Hi Ate, I’m marrying a billionaire for mom’s dialysis. Don’t worry, it’s purely transactional.” She imagined her mother in a clean, quiet hospital room. No more shared beds or waiting hours for a worn-out doctor. Real medicine. Real care. All bought by a fake marriage. She sat back down. "Do I have a lawyer?" "Absolutely," Caelan replied. "Pick one of your own, or we can suggest someone unbiased. No pressure."

My eyes filled with tears as I whispered, “How can this be happening now?” I pressed the result to my chest and leaned back on the couch. I stared at the ceiling, letting the silence in the room swallow me. Elvis. His name flashed through my mind like a curse. My ex-husband. I squeezed my eyes shut. How could I be pregnant for that man? After everything? My hands shook as I wiped the tears that started falling down my cheeks. That marriage had ended in the worst way possible. Not because we just drifted apart—but because he and my sister, Fiona, planned my downfall together. The betrayal cut deep, and I had tried to forget it. I left, thinking I had finally walked away from that pain.

Nandini whispered in broken voice and manik just raised her chin with his finger. "Yes they are so innocent that's why they just snatched all your property and written all the papers on their own name. They just sent you here not for your profit instead all of them were gang up with you fucker fiance to whom you were really willing to submit yourself after your so called marriage." Manik scowled at the and and nandini just struggled in his grip. Manik just leave her hairs as she was making some fail attempts to make herself free. Once she was free she throw angry glares in his ways.

Five rings later. I hadn't scored a single point. The stall owner smiled politely. "Better luck next time." I folded my arms. "This game is definitely rigged." A familiar voice spoke behind me. "No." "It's your aim." I froze. “It's Damein.” The stall owner laughs. "Sir." "Help your girlfriend." We both freeze, both answer together. "She's not my girlfriend." "He's not my husband." Lily laughs. Damien picked up a ring. One throw. Perfect.