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Ivan had done what he could never dream of in the past. Alicia finished her wine. She felt tipsy and brave. “And with or without witnesses, everyone is aware of the story of how I became your wife. In a way, it’s no different from a predatory marriage. You drove your ship to Coulson all high and mighty and threateTed the royal and nobility to give up their princess. It’s obviously not normal.”

"Is that what we're calling it? Not 'asking me to sleep with your husband' or 'forcing me to have his baby'? Just 'the arrangement'?" "Kim..." Her voice cracked slightly, "I know this isn't ideal…" "Ideal?" I interrupted. "Elena, you're asking me to marry the man you love. To let him... to..." I couldn't even finish the sentence. "This isn't 'not ideal.' This is insane." "I know!" She leaned forward, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "Don't you think I know that? But the pack law…"

I drank myself sick at business dinners and fought my way through one negotiation after another until I finally helped her take the CEO’s chair. But once her career became stable, she wanted to “test” my sincerity. She said she would only agree to marry me after I passed the fifty-two premarital tests designed by Ryan. So Ryan used the word “test” as an excuse to torment me. He made me collect 9,999 handwritten blessings from strangers. He deliberately dumped ice water over my head when I walked into the office. He slipped laxatives into my water so that during a partnership meeting, I was running to the bathroom in front of everyone and humiliating myself.

Florence lets out a visible sigh of relief, a small knowing smile tilts her lips as she hurriedly gulps down her drink. "It's a contract marriage, after all," she says softly, sounding more like she's trying to convince herself than anyone else. "And," Dante pauses. Both Florence and Lucas' eyes snap towards him. "This marriage is going to be my first and last. I don't plan on marrying anyone other than Valeria now or ever." The certainty in his voice makes me want to both blush and hide. "Lucas, say something!" Florence's eyes dart between Dante and me, then her husband. "You're his father."

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

Unfortunately, there was only a deliveryman holding a small box standing before him instead of the figure he was hoping for. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Hunter Jones? You have a parcel from Ms. Audrey White." Hunter eagerly signed his name and accepted the package when he heard Audrey's name. He was dumbstruck after opening the box. That was because there was a fake marriage certificate, Audrey's engagement ring, and several printed images of Sarah's past social media posts in the box. It turned out that Audrey had long known about his marriage registration with Sarah. Each of his affections toward Sarah was posted on social media and became the weapon Sarah used against Audrey.

He had married me with a document already in place to take it from me. I sat in my office for a long time after I understood what I was looking at. I wasn’t falling apart. I was past the part where things broke me. But something settled into place that hadn't been there before, something cold and very clear. This hadn't been a marriage that went wrong. It had never been a marriage at all. It had been a setup with a timeline. So I called Serena. "I need you to file a motion to introduce marital property pre-planning as evidence of predatory intent," I said.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

He had completely lost his former elegance, his eye sockets sunken and cheekbones protruding as if he had not eaten properly in days. However, his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, filled with obsessive love and desperation. I had not expected to see him at this moment, and I felt genuinely surprised. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling. "Aurelia… You can't marry him... You're my wife..." The guests began whispering among themselves, some shocked. Members of the Moretti family rose to their feet, hands moving toward the weapons at their waists.

I guess it would hurt his pride that his wife wasn't richer than his rival’s. “ Any other problems?” “ No.” “ Good.” He was about to walk out when I remembered something. I needed to call someone. “ Hey wait, I need a phone, I want to make a phone call.” “ Alright.” He walked out, I read through the contents one last time as I realised that I was selling my freedom to him— but it was worth it, I would get to ruin Tania, Florian and Dominique. If I had to stay with my rival for one year to achieve that I would do it without a second thought — without hesitation this time, I signed the paper a bit content with what I'd done.