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Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

She said annoyed. "Well, that doesn't mean you should kill yourself and he's also right you know". She said, earning herself a scowl from Chaddick. "Never! I won't let this happen. I won't let that whore take Dylan away from me. Dylan's mine. I must do everything in my power to break that Goddamn marriage, I must make sure they get separated", she rasped, turning to Skylar. "Have you gotten anything?" She asked. "Well yes, I have. She did have a boyfriend but was forced to break up with him when the marriage issues popped up. His name is Todd Wilson", Skylar finished and Chad's eyes beamed with mischief.

Chloe's POV “I was right, wasn't I? You look like an overripe tomato right now. But it's good to know that you are happy in your marriage.” “Does having good sex mean a happy marriage?” I couldn't help but pause and ask. “Having sex doesn't, but having ‘good’ sex does. Sexual compatibility is a thing, you see? That's what I'm looking for in a partner and I was sure I'll find it in you, but you're married now,” she said dejectedly as I hurriedly covered her mouth and looked behind us.

Alexander was somehow annoyed that he found out too late. “It’s not like that. She said it would take some time, so I wait for her until she’s ready.” “What’s her name? And how long were you dating before you got engaged?” Dave furrowed his brows. There was no dating or engagement in their relationship. They passed it all. “We’re married.” Alexander couldn’t hide his surprise. His eyes widened in disbelief at what he heard. “What?” But before he actually responded, he needed to confirm. Dave? Marry?

They did not seem like a married couple, more like partners who had signed an agreement. Nevertheless, Lena could tell that Kasey had feelings for Elijah. Her family benefited from this marriage alliance, yet she had become the sacrifice. "What's wrong? Do you think I'm irresponsible in marriage?" Elijah maintained his nonchalant tone. "It's genetic! My old man wasn't responsible either." Lena remained silent, uninterested in his family matters. Elijah murmured, "He had a wife but still messed around outside. I'm much better than him. At least I didn't father any illegitimate..."

Peace returned to my household after our confession of love, especially after Davy had promised to abide by all the rules I had set. In truth, it wasn’t so hard, and if he wanted to keep our marriage, he would have to work towards them. However, he had been trying his best, and I was willing to give him that chance. Our relationship, however, was still shaky, and I was strictly following the no-sex rules even though my body begged to differ. I craved Davy like an alcoholic craved his bottle, but I couldn’t break in so early.

He was tired of cheating on her, and she was the reason he sneaked into my chambers to squeeze my buttocks and demand sex. “OK, how about I buy you a bouquet of flowers and host you at a picnic? “Oh now you are talking,” she replied and pushed him on the chest when he pressed on her. “I thought we could pollute the night with hot sex.” He stroked her arm and got frowned at when he extended it to her bust. “I am not interested, Frank. Maybe you will have to give me more time to believe in sex……? “How long am I going to stay sex-starved? You are my wife. It has been five years since we got married and we have had sex only few countable times…”

I walked right up to the stage and cut him off. Rupert's eyes went wide. He stepped toward me and muttered, "What are you doing? Get out of here." "How could I leave now? I still have to fill everyone in on the story." I brushed him off and turned to the crowd. "Hi, I'm Janet Dawson—the one everyone's been talking about online. Mr. Hensley and I were together for five years. "We had a wedding ceremony but never actually registered our marriage. I found out just a few days before you guys that he was already married.

Well now I know that my name is September Wilson but still. I need answers to my unasked questions. But I am scared to ask. I don't want to face the reality. Maybe I am scared to accept the fact that I am married. All I know is I had an accident and now I am married to a man about whom I am completely oblivious. Was I happily married to him? What about my family? My carrier? My friends? Who will answer me? " September." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came to me. I averted my eyes only to find him walking to me with a tray in his hand.