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She had never felt this way before and for a moment she felt like she was dishonoring her late husband’s memories. Nile was a great man, husband and father, but she never remembered him doing anything like this to her before. He wasn’t that big on romance, he was more of a cute klutz who tried to plan romantic candlelit dinners, but would only set the table cloth on fire, or burn the steaks, or even forget she was allergic to fish and would make her break out in hives. A little sigh escaped her mouth as she gently pulled her hand away from Aiden. He caught on to her mood. “Are you OK?” He asked.

My entire body starts trembling, while my heart is hammering so loud it drowns out the buzz of the lights. He’s getting closer. And with every inch he takes, my lungs tighten. My past comes crashing into me like a tidal wave. The cold touch of unfamiliar hands. The burning sting of tears. “Don’t come any closer,” I croak, my voice cracking under pressure. “My husband will kill you.” That makes him pause. Just when I think I instill fear in him, he throws his head back in laughter like I just told the joke of the century. “Your husband?” he repeats, tilting his head. “Oh sweetheart, your husband’s probably sleeping just fine right now. Or maybe he’s still cozy with that little black head from

“We are husband and wife. There is no reason to occupy separate rooms.” “Once the riding crop arrives,” he thought. “I must test it tonight. That sheer muslin gown… with her fine figure, it’d be doubly enticing upon her. I want to see it on her.” My hands and feet went numb when I heard his thoughts, which were consumed by such intimate pursuits.

Satisfied his curiosity and left off whatever needed to be kept a secret. The more she tried not to admit it, she realized her husband was already finding his way into her heart again. Both of them had agreed never to bring up the past, somehow everything was working smoothly. However, each time Charlene remembered Michael, deluded her like a criminal, and it was something she had to deal with till their honeymoon was over. They had been together for five days, she had been resolved in her determination to resist any of his charms. For how long could she resist Richard? Not always she had to keep daydreaming of them doing a lot of things together, something she didn't want to do with him phy

"And I promise, you will never have a reason to regret this decision." Damon chuckled darkly. Call him stupid, but he already regretted the marriage, and everything in between, even down to this conversation they were having. Giving the woman hope of a blissful marriage that might never actually exist. Wasn't he just a sore loser? "Well, getting over those sore talks, would you hurry up and come make me a nice little breakfast?" He held her waist, and put his chin on her shoulder. Riya giggled at his behavior. "Of course. It's my duty as your wife to satisfy all your desires." She pledged.

The betrayal I had experienced cut deep into my heart: being rejected, betrayed by Alpha Rozan, sold off, and forced to be the bride of the cruelest Alpha. No matter how I thought of it, I couldn’t allow Alpha Damien to be my husband. I couldn’t just bear the thought of being by his side. I don’t know how old he is, but he was much older than me. His son is even older than me. I couldn’t bear the thought of being with him. A much older man—that was not how I imagined my life to be. I felt so choked up in the room; no matter how many times I turned around the bed, sleep wasn’t coming. Maybe it’s because I was in a new environment or I had a lot on my mind.

[Carnelia] I felt the cold of the void behind me as I lay in bed, dreaming of my husband. And yet, as I opened my eyes, I felt a warm touch on my cheek and the deep, earthy scent of him so strong that I was sure I must still be dreaming. Turning towards the warmth and the delicious scent of crushed leaves and pine, I blinked my eyes up to see an impossibility. Primus, my husband and mate, is standing next to me.

Until the night my husband came to me and felt eerily like the old Damian Blackwood. The grumpy, unfeeling Damian. His face was turned up in a scowl that only lessened when he saw me, and I thought I could wipe it off completely. So I attended to my marital duties with all the passion I could that night despite how uninvested he seemed in all of it, and as we lay to sleep, I lay my head on one half of his head and traced a finger upon the space that was left in a bid to have my sweet husband back with me.

It had completely faded when Davy was in the picture, but now I could see life pulsing from there. I turned to my husband, his face bright like a diamond in the dark, and my lips pulled apart, smiling. There was no way I was forgetting this memory ever. “I love you, Anna Walton.” He said with so much sincerity that my heart squeezed. “I love you, Hale Davy Walton.” Resting my head on his shoulder, I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent whilst praying to whoever was up there watching us that he would make this marriage last.