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Seven Years As Secret Wife

Veronica went from college boyfriend-girlfriend to husband and wife with Jonathan Rollings. They got married and on Jonathan’s request, kept their marriage a secret. He even gave her a silver band saying one day he would change it to a diamond ring. Two years after their marriage, Jonathan met Imelda who promised to help him build his business for a favor. Fulfilling this favor, seven years have passed by. Today, she’s still legally married to Jonathan Rollings, now one of the city's most powerful men, yet she serves wine at his parties in a server's uniform while Imelda openly calls him her fiance. Not only this, to the world, her husband is dead. Even her daughter cannot call her father Jonathan and must call him “Mr. Rollings”, while Imelda’s son calls him “dad” in public. She has endured it all in silence, hoping one day he will accept them in public. But after seven years of silence, she gives up. Behind Veronica’s back, something else was quietly unraveling. Marriage records changed, money she never received, correspondence she never heard of. Imelda didn’t want to make Jonathan forget Veronica, she was erasing her from his life. But when she saw not only her health but her daughter’s life was also affected, she decided to give up and stop sacrificing anymore. Now, with a countdown running, Veronica decides to give Jonathan the last chance to choose her or Imelda, and finally she takes the decision. Some could lose everything they thought they were protecting. Some will find they never left them. And one woman, who was a secret for seven years, will become a truth no one can deny. Veronica survived being erased. The only question is, whether Jonathan can see through Imelda’s schemes and win his love, Veronica, back or not.
Sipra_Chander · 179.7k Views

The Barbarian’s Bride

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.
QuillMistress · 55.7k Views