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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 · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
86 Chs

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

SOPHIA POV

As my eyes stubbornly held sight of the words on the phone's screen, I could feel my airways shutting down on me as fear gripped them tightly. Although I had been sitting down, my knees felt weak as my irregular heartbeat echoed into my ears. Beads of sweat had quickly formed on my forehead as I momentarily forgot how to breathe.

Was this how Mr Smith had felt on the day our paths crossed?

Shoving aside whatever unsolicited empathy I was about feeling for him (Mr Smith), I focused on making sure I do not pass out from a possible heart attack. I just turned 24 and was in no way near the age of having any form of heart problems.

A few conscious deep breaths in and out, my brain got the oxygen it needed to decipher the next logical step to take and that was texting the number back.