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ENCHANTMENT: Love is not Real, Power is.

Sophia’s life wasn’t perfect but it was at least going her way until fate decided otherwise. Stuck in a loveless marriage but still devoting herself to her husband, who treats her like trash, and sons, who adore her, she however, finds herself betrayed by the monster of a husband she has. He was certain she couldn’t live without him as she had built her life around him, and he was more than ready to put her through a new type of hell she didn’t know existed. Except this time, she was no longer the woman he met and lived with for five years. Would he wait for her to become the groveling ex just for him to prove his superiority or would she turn him into that ex? *************************************************** “It’s you I love!!” “But you are going to be his wife for a fucking year, Soph!!!” “It’s just 365 days, my love and after which, I’ll be out and back into your arms again. We’d get married just like we’ve always planned.” “Married? When I know another man is going to be sleeping with you for a whole year.” “Never! It’s an arranged marriage and I don’t have a choice but one thing I can assure you about is the fact that there would be no sexing or even sharing of a room.” “Are you sure?” “Absolutely.” **************************************************** “I don’t know if the terms of this contract was properly explained to you but…” “Being your wife for a year and going our separate ways afterwards.” “After you’ve given birth to my baby, of course?” “What?” “That’s the whole essence of this waste of my time. My parents want a grandchild and that’s what you’re here for… WIFE!”

Blessing_Ikume · Urban
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86 Chs

CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE

I thought I would spend the hours at the hospital contemplating and thinking till my head literally starts hurting, but I, however, ended up dozing off due to the heavy medications I was under. 

When my eyelids opened, I found myself alone in the room, but that didn't last for more than ten seconds as Mellisa walked in with a big bag.

"You're awake, ma." She smiled lovingly, hastening her silent steps to my bedside. 

"How are you feeling?" She asked, placing the containers of food in front of me after helping me sit up. 

In order not to be that rude boss that ignores her help's genuine questions of concerns, not as though she expected a reply to her question, I nodded in the affirmative. She was more than happy to see the nod and immediately continued talking about something I'm going to presume was really more important than my drama, but I didn't care much to pay attention.