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Daniel yelled with all the strength he had upon seeing his wife tightly held by the other man. Lorenzo chuckled and remarked, "Ah, so now she is your wife. I thought you disliked her and married her solely for her father's sake. We both know she is of no value aside from one thing." With that, he leaned towards her ear, lightly nibbled on it, drawing her out of her thoughts. In a husky whisper, he added, "That she is only fit for warming our bed." Hearing his words, she tightly closed her eyes, unable to suppress her emotions any longer. She perceived that others regarded her as an object rather than a human being, causing immense pain in her. The continuous mistreatment from everyone around

After finishing, I rested in the garden by the mini fountain. “So, Cinderella is here,” someone remarked. I smelled alcohol. Who was this woman? “Are you?” “Come on! Don’t try so hard, bitch! The only reason Ethan married you is because you got pregnant and his parents told him to. You’re just like the other women he slept with. Nothing more.” “Compared to you? Of course, I’m better.” “No matter what you wear, you still have the attitude of a squatter! A piece of paper won’t change who you are! Look at yourself!”

Inessa retorted back through her clutched teeth while trying to free her hairs from Rein's aggressive grip. But her reply made Rein to tug her hairs more violently and almost a painful sob made its way from Inessa's mouth by feeling that painful tug.. "He's your husband now and last night was your wedding night and not just only last night, he can touch you and do whatever he wants to do with you , anytime... anywhere.... Get that fucking thing inside your head ," "No, he can't. I never agreed to this marriage because he didn't marry me. He has bought me from you . You sold me to him like I am an object, "

I closed my eyes and waited for what possible evil things he could do to me. His fingers ran on my scalp’s surface. It tickles me, but still, the fear I have of him has never perished. “Don't you ever forget who you are married to, my wife. It's the richest guy. I am Eldifonso Suarez. I can buy you clothes, jewelry, and even a life that is more precious than your existence. I will make you the most valuable wife ever. So don't worry about your cheap and unworthy possessions in your poor little house, because everything you need is literally here.”

Her fists were clenched and she was crying, god only knew why. “Don’t change the topic. You cursed me for what I did, you didn’t wait for me. You started living with him, as if he was your everything. You attended events, wore great dresses, roamed in flashy cars, and here you are acting as if I am the culprit, when you are an opportunist who, as soon as she got a chance, hooked with the billionaire. That’s what you wanted, didn’t you? Money. You thought I was a manager and earned well, you married me. You realized I am a factory worker, you became bitter. And if that wasn’t enough, you started a job so you could have an upper hand. Money was all you wanted. And that’s why you are marrying a

Measuring the gap between us, he snorted and brazenly sat on our couch. "It's been five years, but you're really doing well for yourself… getting rich, staying fit," he huffed. I glared at him icily. "That comes with working hard. Now say what you want to say and get out, or I'll sue for home invasion." Chris snorted, shrugging. "Wow, really? I guess you're the doctor, so what you say goes… but I came to warn you that I'm going to sell your wife Mary to the black market. 'Till death to you part, isn't that how it goes? Give me 500 grand if you don't want that to happen."

“I’ll be direct. I need a wife for exactly one year. A contract marriage.” Selena’s eyes widened in shock. She stared at him, mouth slightly open, trying to process his words. “A… wife?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t understand. Why me?” “You need money, and I need a wife who won’t cause complications. It’s simple. You will live in with me, appear with me in public as my devoted wife, and follow my rules for twelve months. In return, I will clear all your family’s debts, pay for your mother’s surgery and full treatment, and give you ten million dollars when the contract ends.”

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

Is he high? “And Marcus,” he continued, “has made this huge company from the ground up. And he chooses to marry you...a woman who was married to my son for ten years, who had nothing to do but go on vacations and holidays all over the world… and you couldn’t even get yourself pregnant for a decade.”

And Elena, the woman who had signed a contract out of desperation, had never felt more owned… or more complete. She had become exactly what the contract demanded. Lorenzo Moretti’s perfect, thoroughly bred wife.