Trapped In A Dating Sim Leon Wife Novels & Stories

“I had no choice after what Kael did. That idiot ran off and left everything in a mess. I can't even find the bastard. I've tried everything but I just can’t find him. My father's going to kill him when he shows up but I had to step in and fill his spot. Dad wasn't letting him screw up the plans and make him enemies. So yeah, I married her, I married Kael's bride.' Everything Leon said hit me like a truck. He married his brother's girl? What the fuck? My brain short-circuited, trying to process everything I was hearing. Leon was tied to some woman because of family bullshit. The guy who'd rimmed me till I came untouched, who'd let me ride him slowly and deeply was now locked down like that?

At these words, a hint of sorrow actually rose in Leon's eyes. "It's my fault. I thought it was Selena I loved. It wasn't until you left that I understood I'd fallen for you long ago." He clung to Sofia's hand and kept muttering over and over that they should sign a new marriage contract. Simon had had enough. He landed a punch on Leon's face and hit the building's alarm at the same time. "Mr. Moreno, love that comes too late is worthless. Leave now, or we'll treat this as harassment."

which is normally around 3AM if she somehow misses that timeframe she leaves by 12PM Minimal overlap. Strategic scheduling. Fool Proof. Entire marriage successfully conducted through timing and mutual emotional avoidance. Remember that time I was married to your husband? She was thinking that maybe it'd all be a joke to them in the future She stared ahead for a second. The joke didn’t even land in her own head. That felt unfortunate. Lisa filed it away under things to maybe hope about later. Eventually she turned and headed toward her own quarter.

Then he asked that they play a game with Calvin; 'How well do you know your spouse? "How will you know if I give wrong answers?" Calvin asked with a smirk. "Well, I have plans for that. We are going to put Allison on a video call." "We are not supposed to see or hear from each other until our wedding." "Man, it's the night before your wedding, Fuck the rules. Besides you are not actually going to see her, just hear her voice. Oh, you can block your ears if you don't want to." Leo said, and Calvin grinned mischievously. One mind told him that he shouldn't, but the part that had missed her so much badly wanted to see her and hear her voice. It was only three days, damn it!

He scanned the bustling park, finding it difficult to locate his wife. Marco then ran in another direction, toward the food truck and the restroom. Perhaps Letta was looking for him, but Marco still couldn't find her. Marco started to feel a bit anxious. Losing Letta was beginning to haunt him again. He couldn't bear losing his wife for the umpteenth time. Marco had promised to give her anything he had, as long as Letta stayed by his side. Yet, for some reason, the fear continued to haunt him, making Marco's heart race so intensely it felt like it might shatter.

“And? Do you need me to find someone for you? Cause let me tell you now, I do not hav—— "And I want that someone to be you." My words died on my lips as I stared at him, stunned. "What?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. Cade's expression remained serious. "I need someone I can trust, someone who can help me out of this mess. You're the perfect candidate." His words hung in the air, laden with expectation. "I said you will do, "I'd rather have you as my pretend bride than anyone else," Cade said, his grin sheepish. "And let's be honest, you need the contract. So, what do you say, Emily? Will you be my fake wife?"

And suddenly, I wasn’t sure if I was playing the game— Or if I was the one being played. Leon stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his gaze a challenge. “I don’t regret any of it.” I swallowed hard. “And if I do?” His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. Something darker. “Then maybe it’s time you learned what it really means to be my wife.” A chill raced down my spine. Because for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I had married a man— Or if I had married my greatest enemy.

the man said. "I'm married, and I have a son, I love my wife, so I think you shouldn't do anything that will harm you later, Mr. Lionel, I hate being trapped, and being considered like a man who's willing to be offered a beautiful woman!" Lucas said, his voice starting to rise, his face already looking dark.

Leon said as I approached, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. “I’m not here to forgive you,” I warned. “I’m here because I need your help.” A flicker of something—hope, maybe—crossed his face before he masked it with his usual calm demeanor. “What kind of help?” I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “The Architect is planning to use my wedding as a staging ground. I need to know how they plan to do it.” Leon’s expression darkened. “You’re walking into a trap.” “I know that,” I snapped. “But I can’t back down. Not now. Are you going to help me or not?”

he says, “No more games, No more confusion. And I should ask you why exactly you didn't show up that day, we talked a day too. Though I might have been the one to plan everything, sometimes you agree to it. The funniest part is that you told your gatekeeper not to open the gate for me” “I am sorry.. Leo came to meet me a day before and told me not to….” “Leo? Leo still has access to you? With everything Leo had done and you see, he still has chances to confuse you? Then I don't try nk this marriage would work” “It will please, the last chance you said you want to give me, just do it. I wouldn't let him have access to me anymore” I plead. “He will still have access to you always because you h