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"What?! Get away from me!" "What if I don't want to? Come with me!" He tightened his grip on my arms. "I said let me go!" "Dude, let go." I narrowed my eyes at the man who approached us. "Why, who are you, huh? If I'm yours, I won't try to interfere." "I'm her husband. What are you going to do now?" I felt the man gradually let go of my arms. "Tsk! Next time, take care of your wife." I covered my ears and then walked away from them.

I was constantly travelling back and forth to the production area in South Columbus. If I was not on a business trip, I was on the way to one. However, as long as we were in the same city, Jason Moore, my husband, would meticulously arrange dates for us, making me feel touched yet guilty. I asked him once if he would blame me for putting my career first. He replied with a smile, "Just go ahead creating history. I have your back." I knew juggling a career and family was not at all easy. I had always felt guilty about it.

His gaze bored into hers—a dark, unyielding, possessive storm—split lip curled faintly, jaw bruise blooming purple under stubble. "You're my wife," he growled low, his voice a sharp blade cutting through silence, leaving no room for rebuttal. "Contract, forced by Grandfather, whatever this marriage is—it changes nothing. Until that ring comes off, I have full right to you." His hand shifted from her neck to seize hers in a vise grip, yanking it up between their faces—the diamond wedding band gleaming mockingly on her finger, a symbol of their tangled fates. "No one touches what's mine. Not Carman. No one touches Howard Carter's wife."

I had thought he was working hard for our future, but in reality, he had been traveling across half the world to visit the woman he truly loved. For three years, we had been in a hidden marriage. He had told me it was to protect me from unnecessary trouble. Yet, on his secret account, he had publicly shared their wedding photos, personally announcing their relationship. Even his friends and subordinates all addressed Riley as "Mrs. Lawson". Jay had never once explained. I closed my eyes, tormenting myself by replaying everything I had just seen. In my email inbox, an invitation from my brother was still waiting. Ever since my family moved overseas, my brother had never stopped persuading me

Aunt looked at me with a sad smile and I smiled back at her faintly. “He is scary. Who is he? He was looking at you when we were talking” Petros whispered to me. I cleared my throat “He is Zanvil Adam's, my husband” I said in a small voice, telling him the truth of my life. “Oh. What? Did I hear you right? You said husband” he said with a shocked expression. “You heard it right cutie," Nina said with a pitying look. He cleared his throat “I didn't know you got married but still congratulations” he said with a half-hearted smile.

I still can,t believe what i came to know about my husband , is that he is the most bad guy in the world . People get scared of his name , he takes whatever he wants ,whenever he wants , he kills first and ask question later , he destroyes people family . I never knew i would marry a guy who ruin people. The people who i take out from truma is in that condition due to people like him . we are going back to mansion . i still can,t believe the side i saw of him that day the way he was pretending to be nice vanished in one second .

"Haha! Dorothy's talking to the doll, and Laura doesn't understand what's going on!" "Darling? Is she talking to herself? She had a fun night inside that doll." "Laura's still scrambling eggs in the kitchen. How considerate. Her husband's fooling around with another woman, and she's here making breakfast for his lover." "Feeling sorry for Laura? Well, don't. She's just an overglorified maid." I put the scrambled eggs onto a plate and brought them to the dining table. Dorothy had already taken her seat. Calvin had woken up as well, and he showed up for breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

The door slowly opened. And then, I heard a woman’s low moan. “Rowen… so… good…” “Deeper…!” “Fu**!” Then, a voice I knew better than my own heartbeat. Rowen. My husband. My feet moved before my mind permitted them.

Hi Readers, Author here. Thanks for checking out 'My Ex-husband Pet Project', my new billionaire romance novel. I'm beyond thrilled to be back after a 2-year hiatus! Before you dive in, I want to mention a few things: 1. This novel is purely fictional. Any political or medical information, illnesses, treatments, and medications depicted are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. 2. If you enjoy the story, please consider leaving a comment, review, or vote. (And please go easy on me if you have any negative reviews. I'm so sorry in advance )

I was back in Melbourne. I was back at work in a few days, but as a married woman. I went away with a man I had been with for a year and came back married to a completely different man that I had known for about a week. And my new husband is a dangerous mafia man... So yeah, that holiday went exactly as expected. Nice sun tan, saw a lot of sites, drank a lot of wine and tasted a lot of food... see some of it was planned.