Romans & histoires Novel Menikah Dengan Bos

Book 2 introduces different characters and storyline while still maintaining the forced marriage To the merciless Mafia series. ********* I made a deal with a Bratva Boss, only to lose my virginity and now I’m forced to marry him. He was supposed to save me from a forced marriage not to kidnap me for his own pleasure. Nikolai Yezhov as always been the enemy; older, ruthless, dangerous and handsome. Now I’m knocked up by an older man whose forcing me to be his Bratva Bride.

she threw the words over her shoulder, not slowing down even a little. “I’ll drop you,” he said immediately, already walking faster to catch up with her. On the side of the road, Nick stood waiting near the car, frozen like a statue. He had seen many strange things while working, but this… this was something else entirely. His boss, the man who ruled boardrooms without blinking, had just come out of the registration office after marrying his ex secretary. And now, instead of smiles or quiet understanding, they were arguing like enemies. Newly married couples weren’t supposed to look like this.

“Boss, don’t tell me…” The elderly man clicked his tongue in distaste as he looked at him. “I’m not like you. It was totally not my doing” After all, he was surprised that she met his son. He hadn't even known that she was admitted into Tsing university. He continued, “I haven't been checking up on her these days. We have all been busy these days with the terrorist matters.” Ichiro replied, “Does this mean that the betrothal will still take effect?”

There, they sat and continued their conversation. “So, you were saying something back then. About him giving up what belongs to him,” Mara asked, eager to know more. “I’m surprised. Didn’t you know about it?”, the woman asked in genuine surprise. “No, I certainly didn’t. Please tell me.” “Well, he and his wife…” “Ex-wife,” Mara swiftly corrected her. “He and his ex-wife, they reached an agreement that he would never contest her ownership of his business empire. That was the condition for the divorce.”

Mandy's hands trembled as she tore open the envelope. Her heart pounded in her chest, a sickening mixture of dread and curiosity swirling in her stomach. The paper felt heavy between her fingers as she unfolded it, revealing a neatly folded newspaper inside. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to open it and see what horrible surprise awaited her this time. The headline screamed at her: **"The Divorced and Rejected Wife of the Famous Billionaire Ramsey Wendel is Getting Married to the Norton's Cleaner, Dwight Cullen."**

Yudha didn't want to make trouble by asking her to open the veil, even though he may, couse they will be a mate. The wedding day arrived. "I accept the marriage of Diandra Safaluna bint Nasron Kamal with a set of prayer tools and 300 million rupiah, in cash." After a few moments of silence, finally the loud voices of the invited guess were heard through the De Luxurious hotel. Sayudha Wistara looks happy. That tall man proved to anyone that he can propose a veiled woman with a fantastic dowry.

I followed them. “Let her go,” The men turned. “Who are you” “I am her husband and I will have you arrested for trying to harass my wife,” “You think, we would believe that?,” “She is ours, and our boss said she is not married. So pretty boy walk along,” “Give her to me, and I am. Willing to pay you any amount,” “You think we are here for the money?,” “Yes we got the money but we would have done it for free, it is not everyday we see beauty like this,”

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

I retorted back, out of frustration and anger. Richard sighed tiredly and handed me another set of papers along with the one I had given him, “I am not like you because our marriage already ended a while ago in my eyes. You think I didn't notice you staying up at night to flirt with the manager, you became distant and never cared whether I was alive or not. I know I don't measure up to him but I thought our seven years of marriage would mean somethin⁵g to you. It was during my distraught state that I met this goddess and she has been my strength ever since to put up with you. Now you suddenly returned with a promotion document as if I ever asked you to do that for me. I am tired of your game

His eyes searched mine like he was fishing for something that wasn’t there. Leaning closer, he whispered in my ear, “If you admit it, I can help you with the company. I know Maria bought off all your workers.” I leaned in, matching his tone, but my words were sharper, laced with disdain. “F!ck off!” I yanked my hand away, taking a step back. “There’s no better option between two rags—they’re both filthy and dirty," I declared, spinning on my heel. "And you should be more concerned about your fiancée than me.”