Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now Novels & Stories

Lara couldn’t believe her ears. Why was Edwin so out of control? What actually happened between them? “We are not uninvited. Chesley would be your wife soon. Didn’t it make us relative?” Mrs. White asked. “My wife? When did I promise that?” Edwin asked, and Mrs. White was lost for words. “Your grandparents have,” Mrs. White mustered her courage and tried to stay strong. Every word she was saying Edwin was retorting each and every thing with insult. But she couldn’t lose this argument.

"Do you know that Terry White and Monica Hart are getting married soon?" "What did you do with Mr. White in the hotel room that day?" Even though Lisa had expected the worst, faced with such a sudden situation, she was still overcome by a sense of helplessness.

“Sir with due respect, I respect you so dearly and you're basically family to me. But I can't do what you want on this one, I don't want to get back with Angelica not now not ever. I've forgiven her quite alright but I'm not interested.” His expression showed no surprise at my words, “Could this lack of intest be due to interest in a certain woman River, whom you and Jake seem to be fighting over.” I was surprised but not too surprised Mr White had eyes and ears everywhere. “We're not fighting over her but yes, I'm interested in River and her alone.” Mr White gave a small laugh,“I want you to marry Angelica and take control of my company. I won't have her ruin my legacy with her poor choices

His face twisted into that same disgusting expression, and I nearly gagged. “Sooo? You’re not suggesting I take her under my wing, are you?” “Well… I mean, her father mentioned you’re friends with her and asked me to ensure she gets proper guidance. Ahh, young, handsome men like you should seize such opportunities!” “Opportunities…?” “Yes! Coming from such a rich and famous family, you should—” “I’m married, Mr. White. Surely, you’re not advising me to…” “Ah, no, no! I said nothing of the sort. Go on, back to your work. I’m just letting you know, eh?” He waved me off, returning to his paperwork.

“I've been thinking about it all night and I think this whole thing is a mistake. I can't accept this engagement just because of an accident last night. No, I can't.” “Why can't you” “Why can you?” Laurel was half screaming, half frustrated by Mr. White's display of flatness. Was this problem to the man like a business problem which had to be resolved flatly and without feeling? “It's an engagement that will lead to marriage. Marriage is a sacred and serious thing, it can't be done just like that. Maybe you can do it, but I can't.”

Martin said with an unbelievable look. "Ah, right," I replied after remembering it. "And here you are cheating on your wife, on your wedding day," Martin said and sat back on the bed. "I'm not and don't forget that's a fake one." I reminded them and sat back on the bed beside him. "I know. Now, get fresh up. We are getting late." Martin said while pushing me slightly. "Fine, I'm up," I said while standing up from my bed and went inside the bathroom. I got fresh up and when I came out I saw Martin wearing my T-shirt.

"Then? What's bothering you?" "You", he scoffed. "You're bothering me. Which guy can digest this shit when his would-be wife is fucking with his rival?" "Would be. Let me remind you, please. We are not married yet. And I told you I wouldn't cheat on you after the marriage. Please stop claiming any rights on me", I shrugged.

“What in the world happened here? Who dares to beat someone else up in the Whitecastle family’s territory?” She turned to look straight at me. When I met her shocked gaze, I sighed and struggled to get up. “You got here right on time, Vanessa! This involves our marriage arrangement. You have to give me an—” She slapped me before I could finish speaking. The sting of it rooted me to the spot. “Redmond Day, how dare you hit my husband? Do you have a death wish?” Looking at Josh, I laughed out of anger and disbelief. I pointed at Vanessa and said, “What gives him the right to call the shots here? Have you gone mad?”

The room feels smaller. Closer. “What was the reason?” I ask. For the first time since I’ve known him, Adrian hesitates. Not calculating. Searching. When he finally speaks, his voice is almost rough. “I was tired.” “Tired of what?” His answer comes quietly, without performance. “I didn’t marry you for revenge,” Adrian says. The words settle slowly, impossibly. He takes one final step closer, close enough that I feel his breath. “I married you because I was tired of pretending you belonged to someone else.”

This time he takes me out of the water after a much less time. “I know women like you. Women who prey on married men and try to break their families and destroy their children only for money. You want money, Miss White, right? Let me tell you this, you will not get even a dime of the money. I am going to make sure, you and everyone involved in this rot in jail for the rest of your pathetic life. Where the fuck is Amy Sage?!” he asks shouting.