Menikahi Pembantuku Novels & Stories

“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?”

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

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."

“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.

he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. ​"Ethan, what's wrong..," I stated, my heart sinking. ​"I don't eat 'charity' and I certainly didn't marry you to have a servant," he snapped, pushing the chair back so hard it nearly toppled. "Don't ever step foot in that kitchen again. Do you understand? You are a wife in name only. Act like one."​He turned on his heel and stormed out, while ​I stood there, feeling humiliated,

And… A fellow she used to know. Elira stiffened. His voice was relaxed. "Elira. Haven't seen you in a while.". Her lips opened, but she remained silent. He drew nearer. "I need a favor." Her legs nearly buckled. "What… what kind of favor?" His eyes drilled into her. "A marriage. To me. One year. No strings. In return, I'll settle your debts, pay for your brother's treatment, and provide you with enough to begin anew." She blinked.

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.

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

“You didn’t only save the world, but you saved my son” I gasped, my hands flying over my mouth. “What…wow…thank you for everything” “You shouldn’t thank me…why haven’t you announced your marriage to the public yet?” Confusion swamped my mind. “What are you talking about?” “Your husband, Mr. Rowan Whitmore, fought tooth and nail for your accomplishments to be seen because it was so hard getting any information about you except for the scandals. You are so lucky to have him” She squeezed my hands gently while I froze, trying to process her words.