Christy’s father paced in his study, tension mounting in his chest. He had just called his assistant, ordering him to withdraw all their investments from Alex's company. His hands gripped the edge of his desk as he awaited confirmation."Sir," the assistant’s voice crackled through the phone, "if you pull your investment now, you’ll be missing out on a significant return. The new investment Alex received will multiply your initial stake by at least five times. Pulling out now won’t even dent his company."Christy’s father’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Who on earth made such a large investment in his company?” he demanded, his tone laced with disbelief.The assistant hesitated for a moment before revealing the investor’s identity. The words hit Christy’s father like a slap to the face. His anger boiled over. He slammed his fist against his table repeatedly, frustration rippling through his body. He had wanted to cripple Alex, teach him a harsh lesson for rejecting his daughter—but n
Angel stood in front of the mirror, her breath catching as she took in the sight of herself in her flowing white wedding gown. The lace details, the gentle curve of the fabric against her skin—it was all perfect. For a brief moment, she felt like she was in a dream. But when a soft knock echoed through the room, she snapped back to reality, her heart fluttering. "Come in," she called, half expecting it to be Alex sneaking in to catch a glimpse of her before the ceremony. To her surprise, Ashton and Sarah stepped in, arm in arm. Angel's face broke into a wide grin. "Wow! If it isn't the sweetest couple I know!" she exclaimed. "You look stunning, Mrs. Duke." Sarah laughed lightly, her eyes warm. "Not as stunning as you," she replied, moving closer to pull Angel into a hug. "I'm so happy for you. Congratulations!" Angel beamed, her nerves dancing beneath her skin. "Thank you, Sarah. I’m excited—more than I can say—but nervous too. I can’t believe this day is actually happening." As
SYNOPSIS Laura is at her wit's end, having tried everything humanly possible to conceive without success. In desperation, she turns to her best friend, Cila and begs her to bear a child for her husband. After much persuasion, Laura's husband, Ethan and Cila both agree to it. But, what happens when Cila falls in love with Ethan and wants Laura out of the picture? TITLE: MARRY MY HUSBAND
Laura's eyes held a deep longing as she waited for Cila’s response. Cila, sensing the tension in the air, gently grasped Laura’s trembling hands. A warm smile graced her lips as she spoke softly, “Laura, you’ve always been like a sister to me, and I’d do anything for you. Yes, I will bear a child for your husband—but I have a condition.” Laura's breath caught in her throat, her heart beating rapidly. “Please, do tell,” she urged, her voice breaking with emotion. Cila took a deep breath, her gaze thoughtful. “You know the kind of person I am,” she began. “I can’t do this unless I’m married. I can't carry a child for a man who isn't my husband.” Laura leaned forward, her desperation evident in every word. “Then marry Ethan,” she blurted out. Cila’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Do you hear yourself?” Cila whispered. “You’re asking me to marry your husband. Ethan is already bound to you, and you’re my best friend. How can you even suggest this?” Tears welled up in Laura’s eyes as
The night had passed in a blur for Cila, her mind replaying the moment of pleasure and connection she had shared with Ethan. It felt too short, leaving her wanting more, while for Laura, the hours dragged painfully. She had barely slept, tossing and turning in the sterile hotel bed, anxiously waiting for morning to arrive. The anticipation gnawed at her, dread and hope swirling in her chest. When dawn finally broke, Laura hurried back home, nerves fluttering beneath her calm exterior. She entered the house quietly, almost as if afraid to disturb the fragile atmosphere that lingered in the air. Ethan was in the kitchen, pretending to busy himself with breakfast, but the guilt was written all over his face. His eyes avoided hers, and Laura knew immediately that something had shifted. The plan, at least in some way, had worked. A pit formed in her stomach as she sought out Cila, her emotions swirling in confusion. She wanted to know but also feared the answer. She found her friend
Cila’s fertile days eventually came to an end, just as they had all agreed. Quietly, she moved back into the guest room, while Laura returned to sharing the bedroom with Ethan. On the surface, everything seemed to fall back into place. The routine resumed, and life in the house settled into its familiar rhythm. But for Cila and Ethan, nothing felt normal. For Ethan, it was impossible to forget those nights with Cila. Even when Laura was beside him, he found his mind wandering to Cila, her touch, her warmth. The craving for her gnawed at him constantly, a restless hunger that no amount of time with Laura could satisfy. Though his intimacy with Laura had resumed, it lacked the fire he now longed for. His mind drifted, even in the middle of being with his wife, to Cila—her skin, her voice, the way she had moved beneath him. It wasn’t just a passing thought; it became an obsession, one that followed him everywhere, even to work. He couldn’t focus. The fantasies invaded his mind, le
With Cila's legs wide apart, Ethan kept pumping hard into her. He got so carried away that the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other became loud enough for someone outside the room to hear. The sound of Laura's voice calling out his name, suddenly filled his ears, forcing him back to his senses. He pulled out of Cila immediately and began wearing his clothes. Cila became frustrated. Neither of them had found their release yet. Couldn't Laura hold on? She tried to convince Ethan that he wasn't doing anything wrong since they were married but he paid no attention to her. Ethan stood by the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he heard Laura calling his name. Panic settled deep in his gut as he realized she was heading towards the storeroom. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and quietly gestured to Cila to lock the door behind him. Without a word, he slipped out of her room and darted down the hallway, his mind racing to come up with an explanatio
Ethan had felt a wave of relief wash over him these past few days, a sense of normalcy returning to his life. He was committed to focusing on his marriage, and being the husband Laura deserved. However, one afternoon, he realized he had forgotten an important document at home. It was a small mistake, one that could easily be fixed during his lunch break. He returned home quickly, assuming the house would be empty. But as he pushed the door open, the familiar sound of soft footsteps greeted him. Cila emerged from her room, her eyes locking onto his the moment he entered the hallway. She didn’t speak, simply stood there, her gaze intense. Ethan offered her a polite nod and headed straight for his bedroom, hoping the brief encounter would end there. But as he gathered the document, something stirred inside him—an uninvited memory of the nights he had spent with Cila, the way her skin had felt against his, the way she had made him feel alive in ways he couldn’t admit to himself. H