Romans & histoires So I Married An Anti Fan Film

Three times. Marriage Contract — Aria Coleman & Damien Blackwood. "You want me to marry Damien Blackwood." Not a question. A statement delivered from somewhere very flat and very dangerous. "It's a business arrangement…" "Answer the question Dad." He loosened his tie. His tell. I had been watching him do it my whole life and it always meant the same thing, he knew he was wrong and had already decided he didn't care. "Yes," he said. "Damien Blackwood."

Adrian's grip on my hand tightened almost imperceptibly before his free arm settled around my waist. For a split second, my body tensed. Then I reminded myself why I had come back. I leaned into him just enough to make the act convincing. "We've always been a team," I said with a practiced smile. "The rumors surrounding our marriage are completely false." The reporters erupted into another round of questions. "Then what about the photos with Julian?" "They looked awfully close for a married woman!" "Are you saying there was no affair?" My fingers curled into my palm. I swallowed hard. The hostility in their voices was suffocating. Every question felt like another stone being thrown at me.

However, I did not expect public opinion to be directed against me upon my return. Shane's fans maliciously edited and reposted my statement at the wedding. My original words were twisted into: "Since you like Shane, marry him. I'm not marrying you." They knew nothing about the wedding; they just thought that I dragged Shane into it. Furthermore, the Winters family did not clarify the situation, leading Shane's fans to manipulate the online narrative and insult me viciously. My funeral portrait was widely circulating online within just one week. However, both my parents and I knew that public opinion could never have escalated to this extent without manipulation. Even my family's public rela

"It will be the single biggest blow you could ever deal Vince." I took a few steps back. "You're insane." "It's the ultimate revenge," Dante said, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Imagine his face. The wife he threw away, the woman he called worthless... standing beside me. His enemy. His replacement. A queen at my side." "I'm not getting married for revenge." "Why not?" Dante’s voice was velvet over steel. "You married for love once. Look where that got you." His words stung like a whip.

"Let's not waste time. Please, sit." I stood on my feet. "I prefer to stand while I'm being sold off." He raised an eyebrow slightly and that was the only reaction I got from him. He took the chair at the head of the table and motioned for Damien to leave us. Damien hesitated, before he then stepped out. Lucian leaned back. "The board and investors want proof of unity and a marriage provides that. One year, then we will dissolve it cleanly." I crossed my arms. "And in that year I just smile for the cameras and pretend I don't hate everything about this?"

"Exactly. The Yorks' only son, and he's already this tamed before she's even married in. Looks like we'll all have it easy from now on." "Didn't Jasmine say the video would be shared with everyone? Honestly, this still isn't exciting enough. Maybe we should spice it up a little…" Just as my shirt was about to be torn open, Jasmine raised her hand. "Wait," she ordered. "I won't go this far for the sake of what we had, Tristan. As long as you kneel to Marcus right now and apologize, I'll still marry you. But you need to remember that Marcus is the one I love.

***The present*** Slowly, I turned away from the fireplace, facing my young wife. She was pale, and her lips parted in horror after my story. “When I married Josephine, she was in love with her half-brother. I didn’t know it back then. Her parents did, but they chose not to divulge the information. Maybe now you understand why I was wary of Christians.” Isadora covered her mouth with her palm, staring down at the floor as if she couldn’t bear looking at me. I couldn’t blame her. It was a story that had shaken up even my father and Faro. “Oh my God.”

I lowered my eyes to the piano and announced, "Apologies, but I don't do secret affairs, and I won't marry a divorced man. Please leave, Mr. Lane." After my repeated humiliating dismissals, Holden finally lost his temper. "Serena, all the elites know we've been together for years. Our parents have met, and I've lived in your house. If you don't marry me, who else could you possibly marry?" With that, he stormed off in anger.

“She’s also fiesty and fiery and did everything I told her not to.” I couldn’t help but smile. Terzo, the mafia, was in love and married to the love of his life. I didn’t meet this kind of person every day. “Why are you smiling?” Spade’s amused voice and his grasp on my thigh caught my attention. I looked at him. “Don’t you see it? It’s romantic. It’s a good plot for a N*****x movie.” “See?” Terzo looked at the couple. “I saw it coming. I just didn’t think it would be sooner.”

Anton's brother declares. "I support that brother." Their words only send shivers down my spine. They're truly going to marry me? God, no. I can't let that happen. I'm fucking pregnant with David's child. I don't even love them to begin with! At that, I start struggling against the ropes binding me in place. Sudden strength fills me and I mutter. "I'll never marry you people. Power thirst bastards!" The men in the room share a look amongst themselves before breaking into laughter.