Romans & histoires Una Esposa Comprada

I stop as tears roll down my eyes. "Hilltown was their scheme too. They sold me. They sold me to your mother, to you. I am nothing but a purchased goods for you and still I'm defective," I say. "Don't say that! You're perfect and you're not a purchased good. You're my wife and my wife deserves to get all the happiness she deserves to be," he says as he wipes away my tears and embraces me and caresses my back. "Everyone should get what they deserve Zara," he says.

Jewel POV I could barely move what I saw, as the noise inside the bar suddenly disappeared. I could see the fear in my husband's eyes and the woman bowed as if ashamed of what had happened. Based on the rumors of other employees, it looks like she is just a beginner because she doesn't seem to know that the guy she was flirting with is already married. I don’t know what my reaction will be because of what I witnessed. I can't quite imagine that Thunder will be able to betray me after all we've been through. I just smiled bitterly.

' subconscious yelled at me. 'its not my fault, I always respect women's but she...she just sell her off to be my wife.. how can she do that?' I yelled back. 'Yeah yeah, you respect women's tch, that's why you abuse her, that's why you slap her, BECAUSE YOU RESPECT WOMEN'S, you know what?? you're right, she's sell herself to be your wife, a GREAT BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE, and after that also she never asked you for money, even she paid to the doctor for your check up...a total gold digger! RIGHT?' subconscious mocked me.

"How … are you going to solve it? My uncle … owes a lot of money. Also, is there some price I have to pay for you helping me?" "Don't worry, I can pay the debt your uncle owes. Money is no figure to me. Of course, everything comes at a price. I'll clear your uncle's debts, and you'll come home with me to be my wife." Amelia was stunned. "Be his wife?" she thought. She looked at him, not speaking. Her heart was in turmoil.

Her gaze landed on him, then on Abigail. Abigail saw her questioning gaze and opened her mouth to decline the purchase. But Byron was quicker, as he flatly replied to the woman, “I am her husband. Pack it.” ​ The seller was smart enough to judge his position from his luxurious suit and domineering enough not to question anymore and instantly take the card, “Yes, Sir.” ​ She left with clothes, only to appear within a minute with completely packed bags and his card, “Happy Shopping, Sir and Ma’am. Please come again.”

,"es la chica fea de clase baja su esposa (Is this low class ugly girl his wife?" Oh allez les gars, qu’est-ce qui ne va pas en disant la vérité? il est vrai que cette fille est de classe inférieure et indigne de Sebastian. Et pourquoi vous vous fâchez quand Sebastian est calme Ça veut dire qu’il est d’accord avec nous. ( Oh, come on guys what is wrong in speaking the truth? It is true this girl is low class and unworthy for Sebastian. And why you two are getting angry when Sebastian is quiet means he agrees with us?" Elena bites her cheeks to control her tears. She understood what are they saying about her in Spanish. Elena looked at her husband hopefully that he will support her but Sebas

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

she said evenly, then carefully picked up the bag from the floor. But Celine wasn’t done. She stepped closer, her voice lower yet piercing. “I know you’re hoping to catch Harry’s attention. How pathetic you are. Do you really think he’d choose you after all this? You’re just a contract wife, aren’t you?” Arabella stiffened. She wanted to snap back, but she knew that would only fuel Celine’s satisfaction. The dark-haired girl focused on her job, ignoring Celine’s sharp words. “Miss, which one do you want to purchase?”