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My Once Handsome Husband

Marriages are not a thing for love. They are a binding contract your parents make when you are a child and you will have no say in them. You are left to hope they bargained well. When Delaney Simms was born she was a beautiful baby everyone was sure would grow up to be as beautiful as her mother. So when Lord and Lady Adair approached the new parents to arrange a marriage for their handsome eldest son they were quick to accept. They had money but no title. The Adairs had titles and estates but they were falling into disarray due to lack of funds. It was the perfect arrangement. The children grew up and the fortunes of their families reversed. While the Adairs grew more and more wealthy, Delaney's parents passed away and she lost everything and had to live with her Aunt and Uncle. Her marriage contract was still binding though so at least she had that for her future. That was until word came that her handsome future husband had been sent to defend the kingdom against a dragon and had returned scarred and angry. Unable to escape her contract, Delaney was forced to marry the man who was now more of a monster. But could she ever learn to love him? Once they are married she learns there is much more to her scarred husband than meets the eye and she is soon swept into a life of witches, fairies, unicorns, pirates, and more. Delaney has made it clear she will never love her husband and he knows that. He makes a deal with her so they won't have to stay married forever. But what happens if now Delaney is the one to change her mind?

Erin_McLain_4927 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
310 Chs

I'm Fine

      Delaney didn't want Vincent to touch her but she couldn't get back up on the saddle without his help.  He laced his fingers to make a step for her and helped her up.  When he reached out to touch her arm she pulled it back.  He let his hand fall and looked away.

      He took the reins and began forward, leading Frost.  Delaney stared hard at her husband's back as he walked.  As angry as she was with him she couldn't help admiring his figure as he moved.  He wasn't wearing a cloak like she was.  He was in black breeches that fit him perfectly, showing off every muscle.  His shirt hung loose with his bow and quiver of arrows slung across his back.  He wore his sword on his hip so it swayed as he walked.