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Hello there!We've reached the end of this journey together, and I want to extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you. Your support, your feedback, and your presence have meant the world to me.As a writer, there's nothing more fulfilling than knowing that my words have resonated with you. If you've enjoyed this book, I kindly ask you to consider leaving a review and sharing your thoughts. Your reviews not only make my day but also help other readers discover this story.Voting for this book is another fantastic way to show your support. It boosts its visibility and encourages more readers to dive into the world we've explored together.If you've enjoyed this book, you might be interested in my other titles. I have a collection of stories waiting for you, each with its unique adventure and characters. You can find them here!* The Tyrant king's Queen. (An historical romance that is completed.* Enslaved By The Ruthless Alpha King. (A Werewolf Royalty Dark Romance.)Update
His Mail Order Bride Prologue
Devon Reeves."I have nothing to offer you."Those were the first words she said to me when we first met. And it was true, she indeed had nothing to offer me. At age twenty-seven, Jessica Franklin was a high school dropout, had never been to the four walls of college, and was buried under a mountain of debt.Yet, she had been one of the many women who had filled out the form of me searching for a wife online, she had shown up on our blind date in a borrowed dress which she claimed she needed to return before midnight and she kept glancing at her broken watch to see how much time had passed.I glance at her tired eyes, pale face, and unruly hair, my lips stretching into a smile. There is something in those weary eyes of hers that intrigues me in ways no other woman has, wanting me to know more about her."You don't need to offer me anything. I just need you to be my wife." Little did we know, this would be a start of a long journey to forever. *******Jessi
His Mail Order Bride 1. Jessica
What would it feel like to give up? A voice asks in my head as I wake up. I groan, grabbing my throbbing head with shaky hands. My blurry gaze takes a while to clear and I note that I'm on the ground. A frown hits my lips as I try to sit up. Did I pass out here? A bitter chuckle escapes my lips as I contemplate my answer. Of course, I did, I could barely see my way home last night.Standing up to my feet, I clean the nosebleed that had trickled down to my lips and wash my face. Feeling a semblance of control, I trudge to my sister's room and catch her sleeping between her books. A new school year has begun, her final year of high school. My lips twitch but don't quite form a smile. Going to school only meant it would be a season of expenses. I walk to the side of her bed and wake her up. Her long lashes flutters open and she squints at me, her gaze unfocused."Is it morning already?" She asks as she gazes down at me. I nod, too tired to speak. "When did you arrive?""Sometime past m
His Mail Order Bride 2. Devon.
"Why would you do something like that?"Chris asks me as he slaps me on the back, and bouts of laughter break out on the table where I'm seated down. Gripping the glass of whisky in my hand very tightly, I try to appear nonchalant as I reply, "Don't know. It a spur-of-the-momention." Chris sneers at me before turning to the rest of the men."Hey, did you guys see the post Devon made?" He calls out, his loud voice booming through the entire bar it makes me cringe. The rest of the guys turn to me and grin."I did. And I honestly couldn't believe it." Greg spoke up, hands wrapped around the waist of a lady he had picked for the night."You guys kept pressuring me to have a girlfriend. So I did the only reasonable thing that came to mind. I did not expect it to blow up." I had made a post the night before requesting a mail-order bride only for me to wake up this morning and see it had gotten viral. Let's not even talk about the dozens of applications I had received as a result, my phone a
His Mail Order Bride 3. Jessica
I return from work, a bag of fruits in hand and my head pounding. Knocking on the door, I wait till Emma opens it. A smile lights up her face when she sees me and she immediately grabs the bag from my hand, ushering me in. "Welcome back." She greets me, her voice cheerful as always."Thanks," I mumble."I bought fruits, do you mind making a salad out of it?" I ask her. She nods and immediately goes to the kitchen to wash them, cutting them up.I trudge to the couch in the living room, collapsing on it like a bag of potatoes. I'm more than exhausted. Emma comes to sit beside me, dragging a chair from the kitchen, two bowls of fruit salad in her hands."So, how was work?" She asks, passing me a bowl of salad as she sits down. I collect it from her and with very little appetite, begin to eat."Fine. How was school?" She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "it's only the first day of school, and I already have so many assignments! Can't these teachers catch a break!?" She groans, slumping on the
His Mail Order Bride 4. Jessica
This is a joke, right?I ask myself as I stare at the message, I couldn't possibly be picked. I'm about to dismiss the message when another one comes in. Startled, I click on it.Dear applicant, We hope this E-mail finds you well. We've read through your application and have decided that you would be a perfect fit for the job. If you're interested, please reply.Stunned doesn't even begin to cover what I'm feeling right now. Despite my better judgment, I start to reply.I'm interested. I click on send. After a few agonizing moments of waiting, another mail comes up again. With a bated breath, I check it out.In that case, we would have to meet physically. Which day would be most suitable?I almost type that today is fine but I don't want to come off as desperate. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.Wednesday will be perfect.Send.Very well. we would be having our date then. We would be sending you the details later on. I look forward to seeing you, Miss Franklin.
His Mail Order Bride 5. Devon
The world is a blur. I can't see anything.Mom? I call out to the increasing crowd on the sidewalk, hurried footsteps surrounding me, getting louder by the second. I swallow, my eyes darting around. Still, I can't make out a single thing.Mom! I call out, even more, frantic this time. She's always like this, leaving me behind every time we go out together. It's like she wants to abandon me here.I'm right here! I hear her scream, her voice laced with anger.My lips start to tremble. I can't see you, I yell, my voice shaking.What do you mean you can't, I'm right in front of you! Walk faster!You're blurry, come closer. I take a step forward, the crowd pushing me in all directions. I try to follow her voice but I trip over myself and land facedown on the sidewalk. The tears I fight so hard to keep are on the surface now, blinding me further.Mom... I mumble, my voice racking with sobs.You insolent child! A voice grits in my ear and I'm picked up by the collar. She starts dragging me a
His Mail Order Bride 6. Jessica
Closing off early at my warehouse job at the factory, I return home with a bag of groceries and a pounding headache. The house is silent as I step in and a sigh escapes my lips. Although there's still a long way to go before it's time for my date, it won't be bad to get started early. I eat a late lunch and spend the rest of my time, cleaning the entire apartment and preparing a meal for my sister when she arrives. She's on a strict diet thanks to her gastrointestinal disease and the last thing I want is a flare-up. I wasn't joking when I said I have no money to give anyone.By the time I'm done cleaning the rundown apartment, there's another E-mail waiting for me in my account. This time, it looks like I'm going to be picked up by a driver. How do they even know my address? I chuckle, dropping the phone on the couch. They've probably done their research. Freaking Billionaires. I check the wall clock. It's just past four. I have less than an hour to prepare. I step into the shower a
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His Mail Order Bride Authors note!
Hello there!We've reached the end of this journey together, and I want to extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you. Your support, your feedback, and your presence have meant the world to me.As a writer, there's nothing more fulfilling than knowing that my words have resonated with you. If you've enjoyed this book, I kindly ask you to consider leaving a review and sharing your thoughts. Your reviews not only make my day but also help other readers discover this story.Voting for this book is another fantastic way to show your support. It boosts its visibility and encourages more readers to dive into the world we've explored together.If you've enjoyed this book, you might be interested in my other titles. I have a collection of stories waiting for you, each with its unique adventure and characters. You can find them here!* The Tyrant king's Queen. (An historical romance that is completed.* Enslaved By The Ruthless Alpha King. (A Werewolf Royalty Dark Romance.)Update
His Mail Order Bride Side story 11. Jessica.
I step onto the yacht, the salty breeze caressing my face and tousling my hair. The sun is beginning its descent over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the waters. It's a breathtaking sight, but what's even more astonishing is the scene before me. The deck is adorned with twinkling lights, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Soft music fills the air, creating an atmosphere of enchantment. But what truly captures my attention is the group of people gathered there, waiting for me.As I walk further into the yacht, my eyes meet Devon's, and a smile spreads across his face. He approaches me, his eyes filled with love and pride. In that moment, I feel a surge of overwhelming emotion. This man, my husband, has orchestrated this beautiful surprise to celebrate my acceptance into the University of San Francisco. I can't help but feel an immense sense of gratitude and love for him.I blink in surprise, my heart fluttering with a mixture of confusion and joy. Devon approaches
His Mail Order Bride Side story 10. Jessica
The hum of the engines fills the air as the private jet soars through the sky, carrying us back to San Francisco. I sit comfortably in the plush leather seat, gazing out of the window at the breathtaking view below. The sun casts a golden glow over the landscape, painting the world in hues of warmth and tranquility. After a splendid week of excitement and laughter, I'm glad to be finally back home.As I watch the clouds pass by, my mind drifts back to the short but delightful trip we just had in Italy. The memories flood my thoughts, each one a precious gem that I hold close to my heart. The ancient ruins, the charming streets, the mouthwatering cuisine - it was a whirlwind of experiences that left an indelible mark on my soul.I close my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me like a gentle wave. I can still feel the warmth of the Italian sun on my skin, the taste of gelato lingering on my tongue. The laughter and joy we shared, the moments of quiet reflection - it was a journey
His Mail Order Bride Side story 9. Jessica.
After a few moments of blissful silence, Devon lays me down, gently pulling out of me. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I cling to him, breathing in his scent, his body heat filling me with warmth. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the only remnants of a passionate moment we've just shared. Our breathing has slowed, our entwined bodies a testament to the intimacy we've just experienced. In the hush of the post-ecstasy silence, we lie together, limbs tangled, hearts still racing with the echoes of our connection."Should we clean up?" He offers after a while. I shake my head, closing my eyes."Too tired." I mumble in a sleepy voice. "Okay," he whispers, his voice soft and gentle as he snuggle with me, shaking an arm around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. "How are you feeling though?" He adds, his voice gentle and full of concern. My fingers trace lazy patterns on Devon's chest, my touch gentle and affectionate. My head rests against his shoulder, and I can feel the steady
His Mail Order Bride Side story 8. Jessica.
"Kiss me, Devon." I order, my voice low. A crooked smile hits his lips before he lowers himself, pulling me closer as my lips meets his for a searing kiss. I close my eyes, my body growing warm as I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging his head lower. As our lips mold together, a rush of warmth spreads through my body, igniting a fire within me. Devon's hands slide down my back, pulling me even closer, intensifying the connection between us. The world around us fades away, leaving only the electric energy that crackles between our bodies.His lips move with a tantalizing rhythm, matching the beat of my racing heart. I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins, urging me to explore further. With a gentle tug, I guide Devon's head lower, deepening the kiss as our bodies press against each other.Lost in the moment, I become acutely aware of every sensation. The soft brush of his breath against my skin, the taste of his lips, and the way his fingers trace delicate patterns on m
His Mail Order Bride Side story 7. Devon.
We continue with our tour afterward, visiting various tourist hotspots before deciding to have lunch in the city. As we explore the coastal villages, Jessica and I indulge in the culinary delights of the region. We savor freshly caught seafood, perfectly cooked pasta dishes, and share bites of cannoli filled with sweet ricotta cream. I can't help but admire the way Jessica's eyes light up with each new flavor, her appreciation for the local cuisine adding to the joy of our journey."This is so good," Jessica mumbles as she takes a bite of a freshly made Italian pizza, rolling her eyes. Passing it to me, she smiles, her eyes glinting. "Here, you should try it," she urges. Gazing at the outstretched pizza slice in her hands, I shake my head, a corner of my lips quirking up.Smiling, I take a bite from her outstretched piece, licking up the sauce that has run down her hands. Chewing it and gobbling it down, I finish the whole piece and lick her fingers clean. She grimaces at the sight."
His Mail Order Bride Side story 6. Devon.
The morning sun peeks through the sheer curtains of our Italian hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the ivory sheets that cradle my wife's slumbering form. The room is bathed in a tranquil silence, a stark contrast to the passionate symphony that played out here just hours ago. Rubbing my eyes open, I reach for my glasses and put them on, watching as my gaze clears up before turning back to the sleeping woman beside me.I can't help but smile as I lay there, propped up on my elbow, and watch her sleep. Jessica's chestnut hair spills across the pillow, framing her delicate face like a cascade of silk. Her lips, now gently parted in the peaceful surrender of sleep, still carry the rosy flush of our shared passion. My gaze trails down to her half-exposed breasts and waist, all bearing marks of my possession, adorn her skin like love notes written in the language of desire.A sense of possessiveness washes over me as I trace the path my fingers took last night, over the curve of
His Mail Order Bride Side story 5. Jessica.
Nodding once, he pushes me closer, capturing my lips with his, his lips firm yet petal soft against mine and I surrender, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I wind my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Nipping at my bottom lip, he sucks on her before pulling away to stare at me with dark eyes, my heart pounding. Then, leans in to kiss me even more ferociously.The taste of his lips is intoxicating, I practically melt against him. I have waited so long to feel it again. Devon kisses me like a starving man, while his fingers trace a gentle path down my back, sending shivers in their wake. His embrace tightens on me, drawing me even closer. he pulls away to stare at me, his breathing heavy."This is better now?" He asks, caressing my cheeks with his knuckles, brushing my hair away from my face. I shake my head, a playful smile adorning my lips."Not really." I mutter and a corner of his lips turn up but doesn't form a smile as his hands reach for the towel, pulling it free. He watche
His Mail Order Bride Side story 4. Jessica.
The group of women gently guide me to a plush chair, and I take a seat, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. They huddle together, speaking in hushed tones as they assess me, making me feel like the subject of their scrutiny."She'll definitely need a full-body massage," one of them suggests, her finger pointing towards me as if marking areas of concern. "We have to revitalize that skin. Then, a fresh haircut, and of course, finding the perfect dress."The room buzzes with a sense of urgency, and one of them remarks about the time. "This is going to take hours, and the party is tonight."Olivia, the woman in charge, claps her hands with determination. "That's why we start now, ladies. We have work to do! Let's get to it."And so, my transformation begins. I spend the entire day at the beauty place, surrendering myself to the capable hands of these experts. First, they treat me to a luxurious full-body massage, kneading away any lingering tension and leaving me fee
