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“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

*MALIYAH* "No, no, no! I can't..." It's not in the contract! It's not what I expected! I kept struggling to get him away from me, but he wouldn't let me go. I just climbed off the bed and he held my ankles and wouldn't let go no matter how much I kicked him. He grabbed my hand and pressed me against his body. His erection prodded my buttocks. “Can you feel it? Feel how nice I can make you feel.”He growled. I don't want to feel this, I just agreed to be his temporary fake wife, I'm not a whore!

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

She’d do anything for her. She crossed her arms, a defensive move. “So, we get married, I pretend to be your wife for a year, and then what? We divorce?” “Exactly,” I said. “It’s a temporary arrangement. A year later, you are free to leave, and with a lot more in compensation for your time.”

he asks stepping closer to me with tears stuck in the wells of hus eyes. "I am sorry but I don't want them. I can't keep them. They are going to mess up my life,"I cry. "Mess up your life how?Have you forgotten that you are married woman?"he asks showing me the ring on my finger. "I am just your wife on paper, Brian! This sham is not a marriage!I am not even in love with you! I don't love you and I don't want to be with you! Let me go! There's nothing you could ever do or say make me love you! You are not Marshall and you can never be half man he was!"I yell on gis face.

"Its okay Jana I understand. But where is my wife?" I was getting irritated because I haven’t seen my wife. I miss her so much. And also my baby Tanya. "And how long have I been here?" I asked. “One week.” She answered. My eyes widen. "Then where is my wife? If I have been here for a week then I’m sure that my wife is already here in the Philippines?” I saw her face started to get irritated. "Will you please stop looking for your wife because she's already gone?!" She said almost shouting.

Kyle continued, his breath warm against her neck. “They choose wives very carefully. Not for love. For bloodlines amd their assets. For what they can bring into the family. Once a woman marries in, she becomes part of the system. But slowly, they isolate her. They make her dependent. They transfer her wealth, her properties, her connections into the family trust. If she becomes too independent, too curious… they break her.” He swallowed hard.

I pulled it down and opened it carefully, half expecting it to fall apart in my hands. The first page was dated four years ago. Our wedding day. *Today I married Matthew Morrison,* she'd written down in that familiar writing of hers'. *I'm not sure he loves me. I'm not sure he even likes me very much. But he needs a Luna, and I need protection, and maybe that's enough of a foundation to build something real.* My throat tightened as I continued reading.

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?