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“Mom, you’re so beautiful, finding a young guy wouldn’t be hard. But your husband surely wouldn’t allow it. Before you even met the young man, your husband would already be jealous enough to scare him away.” Amanda lifted the teapot nearby, poured herself a cup of water, and sipped. Pamela took a deep breath, her tone filled with doubt. “Amanda, is that old man really my husband?” Amanda chuckled. “Didn’t Old Master show you the marriage certificate?” “He did. It was an old black-and-white photo, but the person next to him really was me.” Amanda was certain. “Then that’s it.” Still puzzled, Pamela muttered, “Why was I so out of my mind back then? How could I have married an old man?”

Alice’s POV How about I give you a baby?” I turned my head to look at my husband beside me and tried to cl“imb onto his chest with my hands to caress it. “Alice, how many times have I told you,” he drawled while getting out of the bed, his voice clipped and irritated. “It was my grandfather’s wish that I marry you. Don’t try to tie me down with a child” I sat up, clutching the sheets, trying not to let the sting show on my face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmured, biting my lip to keep the tremor in my voice from escaping. “I wasn’t trying to trap you.”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

I had a feeling there was another woman somewhere because countless times I had heard him discussing ever so sweetly on a phone to a woman but when I did interrogate him, I would end up with a slap or an insult. Twined tears trickled down my cheeks the more I pondered on my marraige. Was this even a marraige? I suddenly became claustrophobic and goosebumps raided my skin. As if on cue, I heard the clicking sound of the door being opened and I swiftly pivoted my face to its direction. Holding my stare, I jerked once we set our eyes upon each other. There he stood, my cold and mysterious husband. He was dressed in his white signature shirt and black trousers. It was partially unbuttoned to rev

"Sammy you know I am your brother. You can't hide your pain from me. Your eyes are red and puffy and I know that you hid your dark circle with makeup. I have told you that you will not suffer for whatever happened. I am always here with you but you have to trust me, trust our family. You can't just hide your pain and always run away from us. It hurts to see you like this. "Bhai it's not like that. I don't want to hurt you guys" I said and a lone tear escaped from my left eye. Bhai came near me, hugged me, and said "you never hurt us, Sammy. We all want you to be happy. Promise me that whenever you have nightmares or difficulty in sleeping you will tell your Bhai. Promise me." "Ok, Bhai. Now

For me, it represented the actualization of every dream I’d ever had— the option to marry for love. I took him up on his offer without giving it much thought—anything to get away from the old man I’d ted myself to. When my husband died a few weeks later from an ‘unknown’ cause as the doctor’s described it, the strange helper approached me again to remind me of my own end of the deal. How he’d gotten my husband out of the way remained a mystery to me but it didn’t matter. It was all part of the plan.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. THE MAFIA EMPEROR - Book Two Excitement blasted through my veins as I stepped into my husband's house. Our new home! I always wanted to be in New York before my wedding. But when I got married to him, I thought all my dreams would end in ashes. But he changed my thoughts and brought happiness to my life. There was no regret in my life now. It was only us. & Happiness! He folded his strong fingers around my hand and stepped into our room. The room was huge but different from our house in Hyderabad. It was a giant room and its walls were filled with his childhood memories. My eyes rested on a cute

My husband I'm sorry, yes, I have betrayed you in a wet dream. Sweat soaked all over my body. Oh my God, I hope my relationship is delicate. What are my strange dreams? I could not possibly report this to my husband, and he might go berserk and nightstand with wild women there. I don't want my husband's body to be touched by other people. Hah! crazy dream. How can this dirty dream enter into my sleeping flower?

The room was quiet except for our breathing and the distant sounds of the city still celebrating the new year outside. As the early morning light started creeping in through the curtains, soft and gray, I smiled to myself. My mind replayed the whole wild night the flirting at the party, the bold decision to invite Jax back, the hours of nonstop sex, the way both men had used me together. This was the filthiest, most liberating New Year’s I had ever experienced. My body ached in the best ways, and my heart felt free and excited. I already couldn’t wait for the next time my husband shared me like this. The breaking point had been crossed, and there was no going back to how things were before.

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"