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

Their eyes dropped, their stances full of respect. I stood in the middle of the room, the tray hanging from my hand, a dumb look on my face, staring straight into those frozen blue eyes that speared my soul. Mr. Whitlock had left his shadowed mansion and was standing in front of me. I couldn’t believe it. “I thought you’d be celebrating the victory, but you didn’t tell me you planned to marry my personal maid, Mr. Corvin,” his voice rang out, sharper than the sword hidden in his cane.

I don’t want this. Damn you!! “You are beautiful. But I am married.” He said. The words sounded so strange to him. But the truth must be told, he did have a wife, one he could not cheat on because he knew she would not do the same. “So that’s what this is about.” She said, her voice laced with irritation. “you’re doing this, rejecting me because of that little… whore.” Joseph head shot up at the word. How dare her call his wife a whore.

Alas, just as he was about to lie down, he saw Whitney walking up to him in a rather revealing negligee… Squinting at her, he was quick to say, “Get out.” Unfortunately, Whitney didn’t heed his words. In fact, she boldly stood before him before replying, “I’ll be your wife soon, and since you like to do whatever you like so much, I’ll just do the same!” “We’ve yet to register our marriage, and you never stated that we needed to sleep together before then!” “That’s true, but you never stated that we couldn’t do so either. With that said, I’m sleeping with you tonight!” …This damn whore… Was ruining his family moment tonight not enough…?!

she shouted. Greg looked up lazily. “I’m clearly cleaning stains from my wife’s face, Jane. You can see that, can’t you?” Jane swallowed the words confusedly. “Wife? I am your wife. We are legally married, Greg.” He smiled. “Sorry to tell you this, but our marriage was fake. I actually married Lila, not you.” He leaned back comfortably. “I was only with you because I had a mission.” Laughter burst around the room, and Jane looked from face to face.

“What exactly was that?” I frowned tiredly. “What do you mean?” “You standing around with another man in the middle of the night.” A disbelieving laugh escaped my lips. “Are you serious right now?” His expression remained cold. “You're still my wife, Jane.” “And you're still my husband,” I snapped back quietly. “Yet you keep bringing another woman around like she belongs in our marriage.” Nessa immediately looked uncomfortable. “Mr. Murphy,” she whispered softly, “maybe I should leave—”

That's not going to happen anymore. I’m done with him. I'm done with their cruelty. How he played me on his hand. How he made me believe in the things he only made up. “ There's nothing to talk about, Mr. White. We’ll just continue our meeting with your bride's presence, “ I said and left that house.

He didn't look at me; he simply rolled over to the other side of the bed and fell into a heavy sleep. I lay there in the dark, the silk sheets now felt like ice against my skin. I felt the sticky warmth of his cum leaking out of my pussy, a reminder of what we had just done, but I felt like a ghost I am Olivia Bennett. To the world, I am the lucky woman who married the King of New York, but the truth is, I am a contract wife. I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's

Samuel said. "If she's taking care of you, do you really need to eat takeout every single day? And if she's taking care of your mother, do you really have to fuss over your ruined computer and lost work files?" Apparently, they had been waiting for the perfect moment to publicly humiliate me. "If you don't like it, why don't you marry him yourself? I'll step aside," I said. If they care that much, they should just marry him themselves. "You!" the man immediately snapped.

I wished I could hear their conversation. The door creaked open and I turned only to see Maria walking towards me with a smirk on her face. “Not again” I muttered and sighed. “I can see you are beginning to parade yourself as Mr White's wife, you are just a gold-digging cheap slut who will soon be trashed and put in her place.” “Okay, is that all you have to say?” I asked sarcastically, taking advantage of my height to look down on her. “Mr White will never settle for someone like you! You are not in his class” she blurted between clenched teeth.

“Honestly, I have no idea how to pass the company down to her. Might as well just bundle it up as a wedding gift and send it off with her when she gets married.” It was a jackpot of a deal—whoever married her was one lucky man! Under the table, Mrs. White nudged her husband, signaling him to steer the conversation away. Mr. White caught on—walking out would be rude, but redirecting the topic? That, he could do. Just as he was about to speak, a sharp voice from behind cut him off. “Oh, please. ‘Too busy with work’ my ass—he’s just out there with his mistress! The guy already has two illegitimate kids, and you’re still dreaming about marrying into his family? Who in their right mind would want