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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 THIRTY NINE

After reading the message, I felt the adrenaline pump surge through my being but still I subconsciously decided to ignore it. It wasn't the first time I had gotten a text like that and so I shouldn't even be getting worked up about it either, but the more I focused on forgetting about the text, the more engraved it was on my mind. 

It was a somewhat chaotic five minutes, battling with my ownself over who was more right, as my head insisted that this might just be another hoax from an internet troll. Finally giving in to my gut feeling, I excused myself from the lunch table to confirm who it was that texted.

Unfortunately, i hadn't come with my bag and at such I didn't have the complimentary card Vanessa had given me in the hotel room at Paris. There was no way to confirming the number and a voice identification isn't trusted in this modern internet age.