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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!”

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CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

"Has English suddenly become your second language?" Mr Jeffery asked in a very stern voice, staring right at me who still had that dumbfounded look on my face. I was still spaced out, trying to figure out how Damien had gotten here so fast, or better still, I was trying to make sense out of them walking into the room together. I had sped here, with two toddlers, simply because I wanted to be the one to tell them about the divorce, and possibly have them on my side in the battle for custody.

The battle of custody was just what I was after and I knew it would be hard trying to convince them that their son was incapable of raising two children, but still I thought I could have the advantage of being the first to tell them about things.