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Contractually Married

As they openly say 'life isn't fair', well for me, that's exactly the definition of my own life...not until I reached the age of 18, where I signed the most stupid arrangement and contract in my life. Do you know what consist of that 'so-called' arrangements? Well, let me tell you... it's just me and my name who and which is going to be tied 'contractually' to the end of the name of my jerk of a (so-called) husband. You heard that---Contractually? Yes. We're just going to be 'contractually 'married' for five years.. for five long years. And since it's only for five years, we don't have to act like those typical husband and wife or a lovey-dovey-couple that you can see everywhere holding each other's hands while walking, hugging, kissing.. and ohh.. eating each other's face. Because that's exactly the opposite situation of our 'marriage'. He hates me with all his guts and same with me, although I really don't know why and where his hates coming from. - - - - - - - - - - - - So, here I am... Arriana Angela Kelley- Smith, married to Alexander Jonathan Smith who is known to be one of the successful and richest bachelor 'slash' womanizer in the whole business state of California. Hmmp! little did they know, he was already married 'to me' four years ago.

JaycelleRodriguez · Urbain
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Chapter fifty-four: You're going to be a good mother

"Aunt Rian, can I go with you and Daddy to the mall?"

Dino asked me when he saw me applying my lipstick in front of my make up stand. Francine left him with us this morning because she said, she has important things to do and there's no one who would look after with her child.

Alex is still inside the bathroom.

"Sure." I simply answered and I smiled at him.

"Yey! Can we also buy some toys and eat in Mc.donalds and then eat some ice cream, Aunt Rian?" he squealed in excitement and I just found myself being amused with his childish reaction.

"Of course! We're going to buy a lot of toys!" I said messing up his hair.

"Yey! Thank you, Aunt Rian. I wish you were my real mother and not my mama Francine." his voice became upset in a moment.

My hand stopped in mid-air as I was about to put mascara on my lashes. I was taken aback by his wish. I inhaled deeply and tried to ask him the meaning of his wish.