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Eliora said to me, "Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so god damn much that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes." I laughed softly, "That's the things about love, isn't it? You'll let them get away with murder, even if it's your own." Eliora sighed, "Is that really love?" "I think we could've had something real," I confess. Not just his secret lover. "Maybe I'm wrong but I think he could've loved me." He never told me he loved me for all the years we have been together as secret lovers. Well, I told him he could date other people while he was with me. And to my surprise, he really di

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How could I afford an annulment that cost almost a million? I noticed Elena grimacing at me and signaling as she looked behind me. When I turned, I saw Ares entering the coffee shop where we were, his gaze fixed on me. I felt a rush of nerves at the intensity of his stare. He didn't smile—this was serious. Was this the feeling of having a secret kept from you? I couldn't bear this for much longer... As Ares approached, he briefly looked at Elena before turning his attention to me. His face was stern, making my chest tighten even more.

She was shattered, and I knew that, no matter how hard we tried, no conversation could undo what we were about to uncover. "Alright," she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. And with that simple word, we made our way to my house. As we walked, the thoughts haunted me. What did this mean? Had our parents lived a secret romance? Were the marriages they built just a façade? And if it was true, was our view of love, which we always believed to be pure and unshakable, completely wrong? Worse still, there was the most terrifying possibility of all: what if we were related?

She had fallen for him at first sight. At the urging of his grandfather, Mr. Howard Morgan, they went to the city hall and got married that same day. On their wedding night, he tossed her an agreement. "I have someone I love. I'm only marrying you because my grandfather pushed me into it. Take a look at this agreement, and if you're okay with it, sign it. We won't announce our marriage publicly. After three years, we'll divorce. I can't give you anything except money." He kept his word. For three years, he gave her his credit card to use freely, but never gave her an ounce of affection. Even when they had sex, his face remained cold.

she asked. “Dramas,” one of them said proudly. “Of course,” another agreed. “All the good ones start like this.” Emily could only stare. “They get married in secret,” the woman continued enthusiastically, “private ceremony, no one knows, then the wife comes to work in the company and pretends to be just another employee.” “And sometimes,” another added, “they even sign contracts not to reveal the marriage.” Emily let out a soft breath, somewhere between disbelief and exhaustion. “That is not what this is,” she said.

The love we had shared, the moments of heartbreak, the stolen kisses, the quiet understanding that had always lingered between us… I poured it all onto the page, capturing the complexity and the tenderness. I wrote about the struggles of my marriage, the secrets that had almost destroyed everything, and the painful journey of realizing that love was never simple. I wrote about betrayal and the bitter taste of manipulation, about Samantha and Celine and all the obstacles that had stood in my path. But most of all, I wrote about the lessons—the growth, the resilience, the capacity for forgiveness.

I don't care if she's pregnant, that's her damn business when she chose to ruin my life. It's been two months since I step foot in his apartment, but nothing has changed. Things got worse every day. I stop sobbing as I go to my room. I don’t want to be heard by the maid hired for Anita. His grip on my arm hurts even my butt. Yes, I'm three months pregnant. I didn't plan all of this, it's just so happened I fell in love with his charm. I wanted to use how our parents were friends to hook him, but I didn't expect him to turn the tables back on me. Now, my secrets are in his hand. I'll expect more cruel things to happen by ruining what he has. He's right, I don't know anything. I'm just impulsi

Too naturally. Hart seemed to realize it immediately because silence followed afterward. Lucy's heartbeat quickened unexpectedly. Before she could process it properly, he reached into his pocket and slid another document toward her. "The contract terms." Lucy stared at it nervously. "You really came prepared." "I dislike wasting time." She slowly opened the file. Inside were several pages neatly organized. Rules. Conditions. Agreements. The seriousness of everything suddenly became painfully real again. Lucy scanned the first page carefully. RULE ONE: The marriage remains secret from the public temporarily.

I mean how could I send Olivia on such stupid errands well, after all, she's my secretary. What she did today impressed me. "Hey" she screamed on the phone making me take it away from my ear. "What's your problem ?" I muttered annoyingly. " Do you want to know why I cheated on you? "She asks abruptly but I didn't utter a single sentence. "Because your prick is small and I don't get satisfied" she hummed. "That's because your pussy has become wide like the Atlantic ocean" I challenged and she definitely lost, she hangs up the phone angrily.