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Domineering Billionaire Husband: Please Love Me Gently

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died. "I only have two questions," she said. "The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don't need to pay my debt?" Mike: "Yes. And your second question...?" Crystal: "Okay, I haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won't take effect. Is that right?" Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, "If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn't. Do you believe that?" "I suppose so," Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate. Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" "What does that have to do with our divorce?" Crystal asked. "I'm only asking because I care about you," Nathan murmured. Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face. "I'll be happy if you say that you care about me," Nathan continued. "Why must you torture me this way? Haven't I done enough to prove my love for you?" She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat. Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

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Chapter 19: Don't Be So Sure About That

After Mr. Ford left, Crystal's Father confronted her about the true identity of Nathan Davis. He believed that because she had signed away her rights to his fortune, that there must be something about him that she wasn't saying- and Venessa's constant grumbling only made matters worse. She had assumed that the expensive handbags that Mr. Ford had brought were for her, and it had been hard for her to watch when he'd taken them away with him. After all, there was one bag in particular that she had wanted for a very long time.

As she and her Mother watched Crystal leave from an upstairs window, Joyce complained to her mother, saying, 'Mommy, did you see how arrogant that bitch was? Who would have thought that the presents would be for her! And that Principal Ford must be a fool, otherwise why would he have begged Crystal for help! After all, what could she do for him?!?!?"