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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 THIRTY

SOPHIA'S POV

The shame filled forty seconds walk finally ended with me back on my seat as the captain announced that the flight would soon come to an end. After about a few more minutes, the plane descended from the sky into the landing area of the airport, welcoming my gaze to the beauty city of Paris.

The flight hostesses were kind enough to direct me out of the plane and into the huge airport where Damien walked besides me, with Annabelle strolling closely behind. At first I didn't really see the need for such pretense but when I saw the placard with the name, "Sophia and Damien Smith" plastered across it, I knew intuitively that Mr Smith must have arranged for an assistant of some sort to probably make our trip less stressful and more enjoyable; and to probably keep a close eye on Damien.