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I panted now, “Please tell me your name.” He chuckled now and whispered, “Novio.” An unknown force was vacuuming me out of that dream, and I was already crying at the deep sense of loss I felt. I opened my eyes to find my husband staring down at me in concern, “Same dream?” his one grey eye stared down at me. I nodded, sitting up to cry some more while he hugged me. “Why can’t I remember, why can’t I?” “It’s a silly dream, baby.” He pulled me closer in a warm hug. “It’s not connected to your memory, I would know.”

"You love Jake so much, sis. I'm sure you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself to help him pay off his debts, right? This outfit suits you perfectly. You were born to be a man's little bitch. Go on, get on the floor and bark for us." I clutched the collar tightly, looked up, and let tears roll down my face. "Jake, I'm your wife. The woman you married. Are you really going to humiliate me like a dog just for money?" But Jake was already blind with greed over that fifty grand. Whatever husbandly feeling he had left was long gone. He grabbed me by the collar. "Shut the hell up! I still have the deed to your parents' rundown little house. You refuse to wear this? Tomorrow, I'll have those two old

“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

I groaned again, loudly. I couldn’t believe that I had just had a wet dream, starring I and my very sexy husband, who had made it his life’s mission not to want me sexually. What was he going to say if he found out that I had not only begged him to fuck me in real time, but has also done the same thing in my dreams too. At this rate, he was going to dump my sorry ass and rent another resort far from this one, just to get away from him. But that dream had felt so real…

“What was the dream about?” “Well, I was dreaming about cleaning the study at the mansion, but I was old – like really old. All gray haired and wrinkled. I had let my life pass me by and . . . you had just got divorced from Ava Bartholomew. “ “A dream about me being married to Ava sounds more like a nightmare,” he quipped.

"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