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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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CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR

SOPHIA'S POV

By the time we arrived at the hospital, the pain had considerably subsided and I was feeling much like myself. I had picked a "normal" hospital to have the consultation and checkups because I didn't want the sudden attention that came with being married to Damien. The attention I was so desperately trying to avoid, soon came to me as I filled out the form with my new name, Mrs Sophia Smith, as my other identifications now carried this name.

Thankfully, it was a hospital, and people were more concerned with their own health rather than the billionaires trooping in and out of the building. With Mellisa's profound help, I got a room and a bed, awaiting the doctor that would be made available for me. He soon walked in, a couple of minutes later, stethoscope around his neck and holding a chart in his grip, as he was probably going through the results from the tests the nurses had conducted earlier.