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

No one would believe that she would choose death! Indeed, Mrs. White sneered at her, raised her eyebrows, and said, "So what? What's wrong with men gallivanting and carousing? Just because of some tabloid news, you want to call off the engagement with him? Do you think marriage is a child's play?"

“Will you?” He didn’t answer. I gave him a look. “Then I won’t either.” “Thea.” “Alexander.” He sighed, and the fact that I had made Alexander Winston sigh like a defeated husband gave me more satisfaction than it should have. Finally, he said, “If I try to sleep, will you?” “Yes.” “You promise?” I lifted my chin. “Do you?” He looked at me with suspicion. “You’re negotiating.” “I’m married now. I have rights.”

He slammed his hand on the table. My eyes widened, and I turned to face Hillary and frowned at her. She smiled at me and scratched her back. "Miles, it's not what you are thinking," Hillary said, and instead of continuing, she looked toward me. "Mr. Whitemore is..." "You let your wife call you Mr. Whitemore!" He shouted and tutted. "Now you sound like an asshole," he pointed out and dropped the fork in his hands. He stood up and walked towards me. "Mr. Whitemore, you should learn how to care for your wife and..."

He let the question hang, then added, cool as ice: "I could shut down your business in a blink remind you who holds the power here. I am the alpha in this game." Mr. White's jaw clenched. "I don't need your money," he snapped. "But to achieve my next goal, you will agree to one thing: you will make sure I marry your daughter." "And what makes you think I'll sell my daughter to you, Riven? I'd rather die," Mr. White snapped, every syllable edged with cold fury. Riven chuckled, low and humorless. He stepped closer until the distance between them felt like a noose. "Mr. White," he said, voice velvet over steel, "this isn't a negotiation. It's an offer with a deadline."

he sneered, reveling in the anticipation of delivering ominous news. I clenched my jaw, my patience waning. "What are you talking about?" The man's voice dripped with mockery. "Your precious wife is all alone in that hospital room. Vulnerable. You're too late to protect her." "What do you mean, I am too late too protect her?" I growled, my eyes narrowing at the smirking traitor. The man chuckled, relishing in the impending chaos. "You're always one step behind, Pushkin."

, le respondí de golpe. Sonrió de lado. “Parece que no perdiste esa lengua afilada.” “Parece que tú no vas a dejar de ser un imbécil molesto en mucho tiempo.” “No lo haré… si consigo pisarte los nervios todo el tiempo”, dijo. Enzo y yo tenemos más bien una relación de frenemies. Yo era la perra que apareció de la nada y se las arregló para tomar el control del legado familiar, y él es el idiota que quiere el poder a toda costa.

Taking a deep breath, I started again, allowing the words to just flow from my hands, no matter what it was. *Dear Bianca,* *Dr. Martinez wants me to confess everything to you. To write out all my failures without the protective lies I've been using to make myself feel better about killing you.* *So here's the truth:* *I never loved you. I married you because you got pregnant after a drunken night with me, when I had mistook you for another woman and I also needed a Luna and you needed pack protection since you were on the run as a rogue wolf, with no family alive waiting for you, and I convinced myself that was enough of a foundation to build something real. But I never actually tried to bu

In a world that valued blood over loyalty, she had never been enough. Evening in Milano The celebration was in full swing when she arrived. Laughter echoed through the hall, glasses clinked, and compliments floated like confetti. At the center stood Leonardo Marchesi—her husband. The man everyone celebrated. The man who had dragged a fallen empire back to glory with sheer will. He deserved the praise. Every bit of it. “Congratulations, Mr. Marchesi. Truly young and accomplished.” “Your family life looks perfect too. You’re a lucky man.”

“A stomach ache now that we’re already here? No way. Just come in with us first, after that, you can go.” Their eyes were focused on the entrance, so none of them noticed how nervous I was. I was grateful for that… but only for a moment. Because suddenly, I felt another light push. My eyes flew wide open as I stumbled into the hall. Goodness. My friends had actually pushed me inside. I immediately tried to step back out, but my feet froze when a voice echoed through the speakers. “Will you marry me?” “Yes, I will!” I stopped dead in my tracks.

Finally Bella's dream had come true, she had married the man of her dreams, rich and muscular,only that there was an added quality on Kevin,he is such a shameless tycoon. THE END ~~~~~~ Thank you so much my readers for your support on this journey.