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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 SEVENTY TWO

I was warmly received by my "aunt" and her small family of three kids under four years of age, and a husband.

Their home was that of an average, comfortable American, located at a quiet part of town. They had acquired this piece of land, also with my assistance, immediately after their wedding as it was perfect for their dream home; a house with a farm at the backyard. They seemed happy with it though, and I found myself dreaming of how life would have been for Marcus and I. A quiet little life of ours, with the beautiful kids running around our homegrown vegetable farm. It would have been amazingly beautiful, but it was a dream and that's all it would ever be.

I hadn't actually visited them ever since she had her last baby, but I did call in to congratulate her on the safe delivery.