Novel & Cerita The Temporary Wife Catharina Maura

Granted, there were going to be some protests at the method of disposal but only a fool would question me and there were no fools in my clan for I did not suffer them to live. My mind drifted of its own accord to the sweet Catherina who was said to have run away with her papa’s gardener’s son. Rumor which were most definitely spread by her own papa had it that she was involved in an orgy with different men when he had stumbled upon her and she was hardly remorseful. Her papa had killed the men as I would have and made sure to send a warning to their families but that did not stop men from longing for the ass she had on her and it was quite irritating that now that I had set my eyes on her, I

She doesn't even know if she has a family anymore after she'd done what she'd done. Daemon stopped in front of a church and removed his jacket. He's wearing a simple dress shirt underneath. He opened the door for me and held my hand. "D-Daemon? What are we doing here?" The man started walking while pulling her hand. "I don't need a fancy wedding, Devon. Never liked that but for your family to recognize us together, I have to marry you." He looked at her torn dress and white face. "You're good enough." That day, she married the mafia boss and the rival of her father and she then became Mrs. Druft.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

My lips formed a circle, while the woman patiently attended to my curiosity, "What's your name?" "Edwina, Czarina." "Czarina, I know for a fact that it's not my name. Alas, called me that too, last night, and you'd been addressing me that since you first stepped into the master's. What does that mean?" "It simply means the wife of the Czar. The Czar is what we call the ruling head of the rune's society. Czar meant emperor too, so Czarina means empress." "Holy hell," I blobbed out, "I went from being a fly of the society that my mother sold in an auction to a freaking empress of a mafia group?!" I maffled before I tossed my eyes back to Edwina and collected myself.

Even Dante’s face went pale, his jaw locked, his eyes flickering with something I had never seen before. Fear. A cold, biting fear. My knees felt weak, the weight of the moment crushing into my chest as my vision swam. My breath caught, and my body tensed so hard I thought my bones would snap. “What?” I finally found my voice, my hand pressing to my chest as if to steady my heartbeat. “What did you just say?” Farah turned to me, her eyes glassy but her chin lifted with determination. “Your husband, Valentino Romano, is the firstborn son of Nikolai Ruger, the Don of the Ruger Mafia Family in Russia.”

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

She throws her arms in the air, “Oh, come on Sara. Wealth has nothing to do with it. Sometimes you just have to take the bull by the horns and damn the consequences. Mira and Kayla got into wealth because their mother snuggled her way to Daemon Denvers bed and got a ring for it. Change happens when you do something about it.” I chuckle, “Didn't rumors spread then that she had something to do with his previous wife and only child's death?” “I can assure you, Baby girl,” she says, “Those weren't rumors. If there is one thing I know of Catherine is that she is mean, calculative and wicked. A house that the Denvers had lived in for years suddenly has a gas explosion when Catherine comes into the

she said and cried. Mrs. Vera said that this time, Hanas Kie was very resolute, but Hanas Maria did not object. Laura knew that her relationship with Hanas Maria was always conflicted, but Mrs. Vera did nothing about it. She wondered if the last time she had a conflict with Hanas Maria, the person who came in the door had not known how many insults she had. The sound of the next room clattered, and Hanas Maria's clumsy but cheerful piano resounded. from downstairs. Is her life just like that? Laura didn't dare Slavia about it. Aunt Six was by her side to comfort Mrs. Vera, if more people came, after all, Aunt Six was just a small wife, it made her feel at ease. But Laura couldn't do anything

After my spot-on and dramatic narration, the war between me and the knights finally started. “Sister Katarina told us that Philip had help, and that she participated with the crime. Can you tell us the name of the sister?” An old knight sourly asked. “Her name is Faustina, sir.” I answered politely. “So, Sister Faustina is an accomplice of Philip. Is that correct?” “No, sir. She only did what she did because Philip forcedly made her.” I bluntly said. And then another knight jumped in, “But she hurt you, didn’t she? The other sister who was with you that night told us that Sister Faustina abused you physically, that she said she enjoyed it, and even called you names like stupid, slut, whore,

Liora’s POV Business had been, frankly, chaotic—in the best possible way. Within three months, I’d acquired another building in New York. The third casino under my family’s name was officially in progress. I was walking through the lobby with the décor team, halfway into a conversation about light fixtures, when a woman—yes, an actual woman—came flying out of nowhere and practically collapsed at my feet. I looked down. Viola. “Viola?” She stood, brushing herself off like nothing had happened, and flashed a tiny diamond ring that was barely visible unless you had a microscope handy.