Who Does Rudeus Marry Novels & Stories

He said holding nervous Adele's hands. “Get out” she said to Adele for Harden to scoff. “Mom, you should leave, I’ve warned you to stop barging into my privacy like that. Now I’m married and my wife and I will need that privacy” he said for Maria to still not understand what was going on. “Married? To who Harden?” Maria angrily ask for Harden to sigh. “Mrs. Adele McCall” he declared…..

"OHH BABY, I'M COMING NOWWW! MMM," The lovely little wife of the master was crying loudly, "Hu, hu, I hate you! it is painful." Master Javen had cured his body sickness, his long time wishes, owning Jade, and now his legal wife, though it is not publicly announced. It was considered a secret marriage. It would affect the Master's status in the business world, the richest, powerful, and the most handsome bachelor of the City married a woman who was retarded. Just as Butler Russo was passing by the master bedroom, heard the loud cry of the Young Madam, already know what had just happened. Last night was quiet, meaning nothing happened. Butler Russo saw a servant coming upstairs and wav

“Why is it you who’s with me right now, and not Shane, the woman I truly loved? She’s my wife. And not you.” Rihanna blinked, confused by the words. “Dustin… I am your new wife. You married me in Velmar Isle, remember?” “Where’s Shane?” Dustin asked again, his voice cold and detached. “I want to see her. I only want to be with her.” “Dustin, what’s happening to you?”Rihanna’s voice cracked, her heart trembling. “I don’t understand… We got married to take revenge, remember? To destroy the people who hurt us. Your ex-wife included. That was our deal.”

“You’re being cocky—“ Rhys clicked his tongue. “That’s called being strategic, little bro. Keep my words in mind, Amara will remain a De Luca, she will be called Mrs De Luca forever. But with a different middle name.” Adrian clenched his jaw and slammed his hand on the table knocking over the cup of coffee. Martha flinched in the kitchen hearing the brothers arguing. “She will not marry you!” His eyes flamed. Rhys chuckled visibly unbothered. “She will. She will marry me. She will be my wife. She will carry my children. And she will love me.” There was a hidden promise in his words. Adrian felt a chill running down his spine or did Martha. Now she understood why Rhys was so concerned about A

he chuckled and dipped both fork and spoon into plate. "I'll catch you," I laughed. "Please do," he winked. "Kelan," I called. "Yes baby," "So, I was thinking," I paused, cleared my throat, then continued. "You're always thinking," he interrupted playfully. "Shut up," I chuckled. "As I was saying," I sat upright. "Isn't it high time you began the search for your mum?" "You know, your step mum, Rosa is in the psychiatric home, and in the event of our wedding, who would stand as the mother figure?"

He was tall and handsome in a completely different way than Julian—warm brown eyes, an easy smile, wearing a casual suit like he was comfortable in his own skin. "You must be the mysterious bride," he said, extending his hand. "Nate Reid. Nate. Jules's best friend and business partner since college." His handshake was warm and his smile genuine. "I had to meet the woman who finally got the Ice King to the altar." I was caught completely off guard by his friendliness. "Lena Carter. Though I suppose it's Blackwood now." "You suppose correctly." He studied me with curiosity not the cold assessment I'd grown used to, but actual interest. "So, Lena Blackwood, tell me—how did you and Jules meet? H

“Late-night marriage sessions are not the fix I had in mind.” “Yeah... well, it's not gonna be that kind of session,” he looks at me. I breathe out slowly. “Really?” “I found someone for us... someone new to the institute. I think you are gonna like her.” We walk up to his office, the blonde inside smiling at me. “Darling, this is Annika.” I am wondering if I should say something or do something, as she gets up, giving me a look before she goes to kiss my husband on the lips... what is she up to now.

“But this one benefits both of us.” I didn’t touch it. I crossed my arms. “What now? You want me to sign away my right to breathe too loudly near you?” He chuckled again—twice in one night, and he shook his head. “Not quite. This one’s about survival. Yours and mine.” I raised a brow. “I'm listening.” “The shareholders don’t buy this marriage. Neither does the media. Which means my inheritance is still hanging by a thread.” He tapped the folder lightly. “Unless we convince them. Together.”

the woman said kindly. “Y..yes,” Celeste replied quickly, stepping to the side. “He’s not coming in today,” the woman added as she walked in and placed the files on the table. Celeste stared at her, then her eyes caught the ring on the woman’s finger. “You must be married?” she asked, eyeing her from head to toe. “Yes. Just got married two months ago,” the woman said, now looking confused. Suddenly, Celeste’s phone rang. She picked it up and smiled.

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?