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His Legal Marriage

Prestigious Sweet Marriage

People often say when men reach middle age, their looks and strength deteriorate. Amelia Clarke doesn't think so. At least, not for Owen Turner. Even in middle age, he’s still exceptionally striking and strong. Owen Turner countered, saying: “I'm only thirty-five, nowhere near middle-aged.” … Owen Turner, born into a distinguished family, self-made founder of the Boway Group, a huge influencer in commercial circles. When people talk about him, they describe a mature, serious, and austere entrepreneur with an unfathomable background. Such a solemn and almost harsh successful man has, in an uncharacteristic twist, taken a young bride fourteen years his junior. Amelia Clarke, a resilient grass that sways in the storm, became the envy of everyone overnight after marrying into a well-known affluent family. … Rumors circulate that Mrs. Moreland is a vixen who has seduced the upstanding, self-disciplined Mr. Turner. Further rumors suggest that Mr. Turner is absolutely smitten with his young wife. During an interview. The host asked, “People say Mr. Turner married Mrs. Moreland because she's young and beautiful. Is that true? Besides beauty, does she have any other merits?” Owen Turner responded, “I love her, whether she is beautiful or not, I would have married her regardless. She doesn't need to have any merits. Loving me is her greatest merit.” The unsuspecting host swallowed the unexpected response and continued, “When did Mr. and Mrs. Moreland first meet? How did you meet?” Owen Turner said, “The first meeting was fifteen years ago…” The host: “…” Fifteen years ago, he saved her life. Fifteen years later, he asked for her to share her life with him. … The twenty-one year-old Amelia Clarke became the beloved darling of the Campbell family. Old Lady Moreland said, “Emma dear, quickly finish your bird's nest soup.” Old Master Moreland said, “Emma dear, this ancestral bracelet is for you.” Mr. Campbell said, “Emma dear, here's a card for you. Buy whatever you want, don't worry about the cost.” Third Uncle Moreland said, “Jacob, you better not bully Emma. Otherwise your Third Aunt-in-law and I won't let you off!” Third Aunt Moreland said, “Hmm hmm hmm!” Uncle Moreland said, “I don't have much to offer, but I can provide you with two bodyguards. They can hold their own in a fight.” Amelia Clarke said, “…” Is all this fuss necessary just because I’m pregnant? [A one-to-one, sweet love story of a marriage in a wealthy family]
Aiyi Yao · 192.2K Views

Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire

The contract says she can’t share his bed, but nothing stops him from getting into hers… * Rain Clayton’s life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers she’s suddenly married to a billionaire named Alexander Lancaster, a powerful and dangerously captivating man who wants their marriage over before it even begins... Raised by a family that never cared for her and desperate to avoid a twisted arranged marriage, Rain seizes this unexpected twist of fate. Her new husband might be a cold-hearted billionaire, but he's her only escape. Yet Alexander demands a swift divorce. Refusing to lose her one chance at freedom, Rain strikes a risky bargain to keep their marriage alive, even if it means playing by Alexander’s rules. She just has to convince him to want her around… FOREVER. Weeks into their unexpected arrangement, Rain begins to see through Alexander’s icy exterior. But one night, she’s taken by surprise. “What are you doing?” Rain burst out, eyes wide as Alexander casually slid into her bed. “Performing husbandly duties,” he smirked. “You can’t stay here! It’s against the contract!” “I’m not breaking it,” Alexander said with a shrug. “The contract specifies that you’ll fulfill all wifely duties, excluding sharing my bed. It doesn’t say anything about me not performing husbandly duties, including sharing your bed.” The situation had shifted, and it seemed like she was no longer the only one in control... [Warning: r18+/strong mature & sexual content]
Eustoma_Reyna · 1.6M Views

Secret Wealthy Marriage

He is the genuine diamond bachelor of G City, ranking first in terms of net worth, Everyone knows that he had a deep and unforgettable love, But no one knows that, five years ago, he had a nominal marriage; She is the super nurse of G City People Hospital, with neither wealth nor high education, Everyone knows that she is divorced and has a child in tow, But no one knows that her ex-husband, the father of her child, is the man at the very top of the pyramid. Scene One: On the day she was diagnosed to be pregnant, her husband registered on the marriage certificate came back. The next day, at the breakfast table, an A4 sheet of paper appeared very abruptly by his right hand. "This is a divorce agreement, please sign it." She said, her internal organs trembling. "...Is there someone else?" He put down his chopsticks, looked at her, and asked calmly, his eyebrows almost imperceptibly twitching. He came back because there was something he wanted to talk to her, but now it seemed unnecessary. "...Yes." Having a child should count as having someone else, because from now on, she would love her child. When they got married back then, he had said that if she had a lover, she could ask him for a divorce. "Alright, I understand." He nodded, picked up the agreement on the table, and left. "..." Scene Two: "What's your name?" "Axel Hawkins." "Your last name is Hawkins?" The mother's name is Carolline Ruiz, his ex-wife, and the father's column is left blank, isn't it? "Yes, my dad's name is Bryan Hawkins, he's a Sky Walker." "..." At five in the afternoon, Carolline Ruiz picked up her son from school and saw him standing next to her son; she instinctively turned around and ran. Bryan Hawkins left Axel Hawkins in the Guard Room, warned him not to run around, and then chased after her with his long legs. "Carolline Ruiz, stop." "..." Almost instinctively, she really stopped. He slowly walked over and stood in front of her, a tall and imposing figure blocking all the setting sun. Carolline Ruiz couldn't help but look up, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminating his face, she couldn't see his features clearly at all. "What are you running for? If you dare to secretly love for eight years, do you dare to openly love for a lifetime?" "..."
Plaid Bug · 328K Views

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 10K Views
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