Widow 1v1 Code Novels & Stories

Not person. Candidate. Violet turned the page with shaking fingers. More names. More numbers. Then she saw it. A line highlighted in faded red. HARLOW, V. — trace maternal line — do not approach unless Widow clause activates. Her knees almost gave. Theodore’s hand came to her back. He stopped just before touching her. “Violet.” She laughed once. It sounded wrong. “Don’t.” He withdrew immediately. Good. Not good. She did not know anymore.

There was a link attached and when I clicked it my stomach dropped because it was an article from a major news website with a headline that made me want to throw my phone across the room. WIDOW CASHES IN: Evangeline Harrow Set to Inherit Millions After Husband's Tragic Death Below the headline was a photo of me leaving Nathaniel's building three nights ago and I looked cold and calculated and like exactly the kind of person who would marry someone for money and then wait for them to die. I read the article and it got worse with every paragraph.

"Lily, you..." "What?" Lily raised her head, challenge in her eyes. "Can't do it?" "That's my wedding night." "Yes, but if you truly love me, you should know who your wedding night should belong to." Marcus's face contorted in a mental struggle. "Alright," he finally said. "I promise." Lily's tears finally stopped, and an almost imperceptible smile curved at the corners of her mouth.

The sound of my laugh. It was being pulled out of him. And because I was connected, it was being pulled out of me too. My knees hit the salt. My vision began to flicker. "Yes," the Widow hissed. "The Healing Wolf gives the best silk. Your love is so much heavier than theirs. It will complete the shroud." "Amara! Break the connection!" Femi's voice was a mile away. I couldn't. The red light was a parasite. It fed on the emotion it found. The more I loved the man on the ground, the faster the Widow could drain us both.

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Wilson sighed and announced, "Whoever gets engaged to Rowan will inherit 75 percent of the company's shares and become the heiress to the Whitmore family. Today's the day we make the engagement official." Raina lowered her head, smoothed her dress, and lifted her chin as she reached to hook her arm through mine. But the confidence on her face froze a heartbeat later. Wilson took my hand and Elara's, placing them together. "Rowan, I'm leaving my sister in your care. Take good care of her."

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

A big applause came from the audience which was halting after a few seconds. "I, Alice Greenhood, take Valentino Frost as my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to respect, in sickness and in health, for better or worse. I vow to be submissive and loyal to you, love and cherish you till death us part part"The audience cheered on with applause.

Bridget’s POV “Thank you, Bridget,” Mrs. Taylor says as I bring her the muffins today. It’s my favorite part of the day. I used to do this with Abby and Kesly when I was a little girl. We hand out baked goods every day to widows. Over the years between rogue attacks and the one war we have lost warriors. They left behind mates and children. Kesly likes to check on the widows every day. When a werewolf loses their mate, they can lose themselves. By checking in on them daily, Kesly knows who needs extras support and who is coping.

I said. I see Viper sigh “ Step one in winning my wife back.” “ Step one?” I asked. “ Yep.” he said. I walk towards the rink doors not ready to look at him just yet. If I do I will cave and let him back in my life like nothing happened. I can't do that. Not this time. I take a deep breath before turning around to face Viper.