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"Why do you need a temporary wife and an heir?" Cullen's face softened, and he looked at me intently. "I need to secure my fortune," he replied. "I've worked hard to build my empire, and my ex-wife, Dionne, is trying to take everything away from me." His answer made me feel a sense of unease. I had agreed to this contract marriage for the money. I didn't want anything to happen to his fortune, because it was the whole reason I had agreed to this in the first place.

Anirudh said and gave Antara a look that made her actually feel like a prostitute "I am your wife!" Antara said lowly and Anirudh started laughing at that "You remember that now? Did you have temporary memory loss 10 days ago? You forgot that you are my wife? Huh?" Anirudh asked her in an ice cold tone that made her flinch "I am sorry. I do not want to leave you! I understood that there is no way and no one is there for me. I have only you, no one else. I will behave from now on and never try anything." Antara said wiping the tears rolling down uncontrollably

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

"Look at you. You look like a homeless person who wandered into a museum. I cannot believe my husband is letting a filthy ex con sleep under my roof." I didn't flinch. After surviving three years in a cell fighting for bread a spoiled princess in a fur coat didn't scare me at all. I took a slow step forward, a cold, dangerous smile appearing on my face. "And you must be Claire. The temporary wife." Claire’s eyes widened in shock. "What did you just call me?!"

The temporary marriage now tied to permanent forfeiture if she fought it. She looked up at him, voice shaking. . “You said you burned the old one.”

I read the text of the email, and the world seems to tilt on its axis. “Meet the real Violetta,” the message begins. It goes on to detail a sordid narrative I don't recognize. It claims that my divorce isn't a result of my husband’s betrayal, but my own. It says I have been in a long-term, clandestine relationship with the man in the photo. It claims I moved to this city not for a career, but to continue an affair that began months ago. It paints me as a calculated cheater who fled my home state to hide my infidelity while draining my husband’s assets.

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"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

She wasn't sure what's her main reason to be upset about. Perhaps, it was because of the fact that Colton is seeing another woman while being married to her and he let that woman bully her? She herself doesn't understand why she was feeling that way when she knows she was just a temporary wife. She shouldn't be jealous. Not because they were, married, means he is hers. The only thing that connected them is a piece of paper. No mutual feelings!

Storming outside my room, I pause at the door to his room, sounds of a woman riding on throes of orgasms, filters through the open crack, I grit my teeth hard. What would people say if they saw a woman with her legs spread out, in between her legs, my husband of a few days, sliding in and out of her? Opening the door a crack, his eyes find mine. He keeps his dark eyes on me, bringing a lit cigarette in between his lips, I can’t take this anymore. Pushing the large oak doors open, that doesn’t stop her, her eyes are shut. How could he do this?? How did I end up with a man like this??