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Maxwell replied with a smile. Sonnet’s eyes widened in surprise. “Didn’t Mariette buy the manor? How did you—” “She’s desperately trying to gather funds now, so she sold the manor. I took advantage of her frenzy to buy it at a price even lower than the usual market price, and she had no choice but to accept my offer.” Maxwell stuffed the keys into Sonnet’s hand as he replied nonchalantly, “You’re the mistress of the household, so I’ll leave the keys in your hands.”

“I’m a married woman, Rafael! I don’t belong here. You shouldn’t be doing this. My husband... he’s trying to make things right. He owes you, but he’s working on paying you back! Don’t... don’t use me like this. Don’t make me your... your pawn. That’s barbaric!” Rafael stepped closer, the intensity of his presence suffocating me. His words cut through the air like a slap. “Oh, I see,” he said, his voice oozing with disdain. “So you think your husband is some kind of knight in shining armor, huh? The reality is, your husband is living his best life while you’re here, getting all worried about him. He doesn’t want you. He never did. He married you for one reason—to use you as bait to make money

She replied to me, and I nodded. "How is your husband?" She asked and snickered. "We are just contracted couples..." "He is the father of your baby, you know?" She reminded me, and I rolled my eyes. "That does not make him my husband..." "You signed a contract with him," She reminded me again, and I shook my head unbelievably. "Whatever!" "What about Mr. Miguel? That guy is so freaking handsome. Gosh! I think I have a crush on him. I'm definitely going to shoot my shot at him," She whined, and I rolled my eyes.

Manuela said, looking back at Uno. "I'm with the Urquios not because I flirted with you, bewitched you, or because of money. I'll be your wife because I need to pay my father's debt. But it's hard not to be affected by the stares. I'm still human, and it affects me!" Manuela protested, causing Uno to sigh. "You'll be my wife, not a mistress, so you don't need to be affected by their fucking gazes. Hold your chin high and be proud because I'll be your husband for 365 days."

"Fresh out of a divorce, and you're already clinging to the Hamiltons?" Under everyone's gaze, I instinctively shrank back. Her grip sent a sharp jolt of pain up my wrist. Just then, a slender but firm hand forced her fingers off me. "Ms. Rivera, let go of my husband." Wendy's voice was cold as ice. "Husband?" Penelope let out a mocking laugh. Her blood-red fingernail jabbed at my chest. "This autistic freak who can't even dress himself? The Hamiltons must be blind—" The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the cafe, silencing the entire room.

“Her bride price has been paid. I see no reason you should still be following her around like a puppet.” Sol swallowed hard as he tried to maintain his temper. “I’m not a puppet ma’am, I love your daughter and she loves me too.” He said, being unforgivably bold. He looked directly at her, shaking his head. “You and your husband want to sell your daughter out to a billionaire for your selfish interest, don’t you think of her own happiness?” He spoke with so much venom, but Sandra seemed not to be bothered by his baiting.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me. Her gaze fell on my wrist.I wore an extremely rare jadeite bangle. It was a birthday gift from Santino three years ago. Knowing I loved antiques, he had bought it at an auction for fifty million dollars. Fiora let out a soft laugh and leaned deliberately close to my ear. “Arabella, since you’ve already handed over the ring that symbolizes the Don’s wife, don’t you think it’s inappropriate for you to wear jewelry that belongs to the lady of the Falcone family?”

That's how Shamsiya felt right now. Like a smelly piece of shit people were too sickened by to keep within reach, Nick sold her off to a stranger to pay off his gambling debt. Shockingly enough, the bastard wasn't even ashamed. He had the cheek to say to her face that he had the right to do whatever he wanted with her because he was her husband! "I am not your property! You can't sell me off like an object!" Shamsiya screamed, throwing the vase in her hand.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.