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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 EIGHT

What exactly was going on?

Even as I stared at my accusers as they stood up to leave, I began to question my own sanity. Did I get involved in an accident on my way here and have been in coma, day dreaming? Or did I fall asleep somewhere?

Was this really happening?

Mrs Smith, the only person in the room that hadn't been a direct accuser, started giving me the questioning gaze as though trying to decipher whether she was on the right side or not. She was the only one left in the room, and in all honesty, it was pretty normal for her to feel the guilty need to figure whose sides she'd be on; her family or the woman who birthed her grandsons.