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Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

Why does his voice sound like he means every word? I stared at the glittering band, my pulse refusing to calm. What if this is part of the act? What if he’s trying to make it look convincing for someone watching? What if he’s laughing inside at how easily I’m playing the role of the desperate wife? The ring suddenly felt like a shackle. A cold reminder of the lie I was living. It’s not real, Isabella. None of this is real. You’re not his wife. He doesn’t love you. You’re a piece on a chessboard, temporary, replaceable, forgettable.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

Without sensing how off she sounded, he began to put her in her place “I do appreciate that you asked the kitchen to prepare hangover soup for me. But this should be the last time you are going to interfere…” “Stay in your lane and I’ll do the same. I won’t interfere in this new relationship you’re trying to form with the household staff. But it seems you have forgotten your place here! You are a temporary wife. One bound by contract, so know your place. You are a temporary wife, let that stick to your head. Always!”

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

Me: Why do you ask? Her message was sent about forty minutes ago, so I doubt she’ll reply right away. Adrian returned, and I watched him search the living room for me before finally spotting me behind the counter. “I just got a call from… the woman I live with.” He starts, and my brain malfunctions as I try to piece together what he’s trying to say. “You know, the girl I share a ring with.” His wife? Did he seriously forget his own wife? It’s been like ten minutes since he went to take that call. Maybe even less.

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

I replied, waving the pen at him, “I brought it from the court, but no one else knows about this except us.” “Fascinating,” Richard smiled, his eyes glued to the papers as he read their content. “I just felt that since our marriage is temporary, we should have a signed contract in case of anything,” I added quickly as I approached him. “I understand,” Richard nodded, taking the pen from my fingers and began to read out, "We shall live as married couples from the time of our wedding, till the next time your father travels out of the country.” Richard paused for a moment and sighed before raising his eyes to me.