Woman Marries Ragdoll Novels & Stories

The blanket rolled off his body and my eyes landed on the bulge between my legs. "You were the one who seduced me last night, Lily. And what's wrong with what we did? We're married." "And you're fcking another woman while we're married, Rogue!" He smirked. "That's what's exciting, right? Besides, you don't have the right to complain about Mari. She's my girlfriend even before you lure me into this marriage." I gritted my teeth. "Get out." He smirked again and leaned to me. I squeezed my eyes closed as his manly scent filled my nose.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." Marcellus leans in slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. "You look astonishing, little wolf." My breath catches in my throat. This can't be real. The priest's voice fades into a distant hum as he turns to Marcellus first. "Do you, Marcellus Dawson Gregory, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?" Marcellus doesn't even hesitate. His dark blue eyes stay locked on mine, intense and unwavering.

"He's my husband. Deal with it." "Is the Cruz territory worth your soul?" "Enough!" My voice cracked like a whip. "I know who I married. I know the risks. I don't do anything without understanding the cost." I turned to Lynn, my expression softening. "I’ll get your daughter back. You have my word. As for Lanka..." I looked at him. He was staring at me with a look of pure shock. He saw it then—the way I moved the board. The way I owned the room. He realized I wasn't just a businessman. I was the man who had just bought his life. "We're done here," I said.

In the living room, my husband's ex-girlfriend's Ragdoll stood at the head of the dining table, licking a plate with relish. My husband, Neil Hanson, looked completely smitten as he picked up a piece of pork and placed it at the cat's mouth. When she saw me come out, the cat arrogantly lifted her head and stared at me provocatively. This scene sent chills down my spine and completely woke me up. I had been reborn! On our wedding night in my previous life, Neil brought home an enormous Ragdoll. At the time, he seemed helpless about it. "My ex-girlfriend died in an accident, and her parents can't take care of her cat, so they asked me to take her in."

This is the woman I married, this is the woman I miss. My wild, crazy, loud woman. Fuck, I’m close. So close to having her agree to a ménage, and the thought of it made me explode too.

Carlo raised a hand, cutting him off. “No need for small talk, Mr. Wilson,” he said coldly. “Let’s get this over with. I’ve got more important business.” Kristen stood frozen as Carlo picked up the pen and signed the papers like he was buying a car, not marrying a woman. When it was her turn, her fingers trembled so much she nearly dropped the pen. As soon as she signed, Madam Carolina clapped her hands. “It’s done! You’re husband and wife!” she squealed, fake joy dripping from every word.

my tone came out icy cold as I ate up the miles between us, my eyes dead when they roamed from him to my wife, bound to a chair. MY WIFE WAS BOUND TO A CHAIR. I muffled in dry cackle before I bit on my lips. “ Well, it seems we will be having a lot to talk about, first of all, why is my wife bound to a chair?” “ Oh, you are here. I knew you would always find her but I never expected that it would be this soon. I am having a little trouble here which I am glad you are here for. Your wife is having a little trouble signing this for me, will you talk to her? I know you might be a little shaken from the explosion last night, luckily you survived but this can't wait”

He was uncertain about its interpretation. “I can confirm the person who told you was an idiot. Did you know this was their second wedding and their third? They had a private ceremony, followed by a filmed second one for a show. But they were married before. I tell you Everett Stone is damn lucky she took him back. Despite Jake’s rugged looks, I couldn’t do what she did. I would be devastated if he walked away again without giving him a second chance.” “Well, I’m not Everett Stone and I know when I have something good. Excuse us, we must leave now. A surprise awaits my wife, but time is running out here.”

she nods at him and walks to the door. "Marie," she turns to me, her gaze questioning. "It's Savannah, and I am one of you." She beams at me and walks out, my husband nodding at her without taking his eyes off me. The door slams shut, and the silence is loud in the quiet room. He locks the door, and my heart skips a beat. "Is that how you greet your husband?" he licks his lips. "After a long day?" I roll my eyes. "You didn't tell me about the Ball," I point out, letting him know I'm annoyed. "Why didn't you?"

She walked closer to Nate and was about to ask him when she suddenly saw one thing from the wall. It's her photo with Nate; the two of them are looking at the old werewolf man, and this photo was taken when they married each other. "Margarett, Will you accept Nate Vowell, the Alpha of the white clan, to be your mate? "The old werewolf asked her. She looked at Nate, thinking of slapping Nate's face and killing him. She took a deep breath and looked back at the senior wolf. "Yes." That was the opposite answer of her. The truth is she doesn't want to get married to Nate. She only needs this to avenge her sister's death.