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Last Updated : 2025-02-07My arranged marriage Dumbass woman
Ray Maverick I patiently waited at the dining table, hearing the ticking of the clock and the clicking of plates made by my maid, Belinda.“What did you make today?” I asked, and I heard a deep silence followed before a reply was given.“Your favorite dish, Sir. Caviar topped blinis” She replied and I sighed. “The lady?” “Dainty sandwiches, for her.” She responded, making me nod my head.“What is the time now, Belinda?” I asked, smacking my lips. The lady was testing me if the time had passed.“Two minutes past Seven, Sir.” She replied curtly, and before I could say something, I heard a rough walk from behind me, making a loud thud.Clumsiness. That's one thing I hated about women…“You're late.” I said, my voice cold as ice.“I'm” she started, but I interrupted her.“I despise tardiness, Emma. You had one instruction, and you failed to follow it.” I leaned back in my chair, my expression unreadable behind my dark glasses. “Do not let it happen again. It hasn't even passed a day, a
Last Updated : 2025-02-07My arranged marriage He's blind?
Emma Watson A light knock on the door made me jolt up from my sleep and I raised my eyes towards the door, standing up on my feet to open it.As I opened the door, maids from different angles started to appear with different designers on their hands.My eyes widened, and I gasped, unable to believe what I was seeing.“W….who are those for?” I asked when they settled inside.“Ma am. Sir. Ray, asked for these to be sent to your room.” One of the maids replied, making me furrow my brows.“For what?”They all raised their heads at me. “We are not in question to know that, ma'am.”After dropping off the accessories, I couldn't help but wonder who this man was.Who was Maverick ?I picked up my phone, turned on the internet and did some research on who Maverick was. Then it all appeared, giving me a shock on my bones.Ray Maverick ? I mean, I am auctioned to Ray Maverick . The billionaire bachelor that got everyone tripping for him. I finally have him in my abode? But then, one thing struc
Last Updated : 2025-02-07My arranged marriage Your son?can u have some shame, sir.
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Last Updated : 2025-02-07My arranged marriage Under one roof
Emma Watson All eyes flew to me, and though Ray was blind, he looked my way. I was surprised at my own bravery. "I mean, who calls his son useless?" I said to release the tension, but it had little to no effect. "Watch your tone, girl," his father's voice cut through the air. "You are a nobody to speak to me," he added. The faces of Lucas and Bella were still unreadable as they watched their father. "I don't know what gutter Ray found you in, but if you try that ever again, you will return there." His voice was calm, but his facial expressions gave meaning to his words. "Father!" Ray hit the table loudly, making my heart skip out of my body. "I will not have you insult my wife in the presence of everyone." "We are done here. Let's get going, Emma. It seems we weren’t welcomed here," Ray emphasized as he stretched his hands, searching for me, then dragged me towards the door. He really had a great sixth sense as he led me perfectly away. "Rayian!" his grandfathe
Last Updated : 2025-03-04My arranged marriage Breaking the silence
Ray MaverickI remember it clearly—the moment she stood up for me, her voice echoing in defiance against my father’s sharp words, the memory still lingers in my mind like a distant, bittersweet melody, each note filled with both gratitude and unresolved pain.Her voice was bold and unwavering, in that moment, I knew I had made the right choice. Lucas’ small but provocative display set my blood on fire, yet despite it all, she continued to stand by my side, proudly calling me her husband. I couldn’t help but wonder—was she simply playing her role to perfection, or did she truly mean every word? My heart thudded loudly, a relentless reminder of the vulnerability that came with love and loyalty. We found ourselves trapped in this web of emotions and circumstances, all thanks to Grandpa’s meddling.The alarm buzzed insistently, and I glanced at the clock—7 AM. "It’s time to say goodbye to Grandpa," I murmured to myself as I stepped out of the room, the cool morning air brushing agains
Last Updated : 2025-03-04My arranged marriage A Good impression
Lucas Maverick "Come on, man, that's your sixth bottle," Norman, my best friend, said, trying to stop me from gulping my liquor down. "Slow down!" he added. I ran my hand through my hair. "He has everything, Norman. Despite being disabled." "Now he's married." My laughter echoed. Despite the fact that the bar was filled with music, it couldn't tame it. "And to top it off, Grandpa favors him." "Don't let that get to you, man. Let's get you home." The strippers kept dancing around, flaunting their bodies on me. "Await my next move, Ray." ...The Next DayIt was a brand-new day, and I had to get to work. Styling the latest Louis Vuitton outfit, I gave myself one final look before setting out. "Can this car go a little faster?" I questioned after noticing the funny movements of my newly purchased Bugatti."Yes, sir. Let me quickly check it," my driver said before stepping out to inspect the car. "All good, sir," he returned, moving the car into motion. Our company w
Last Updated : 2025-03-05My arranged marriage Playing with fire
Emma WatsonThe way Ray had told me to meet him after his dinner made me excited. Despite the fact that he was rude just a few hours ago, I had been doing as I was told—avoiding him when necessary. But he was insistent on making me miserable. "I mean, now I can't even eat until he says so..." Present "What special skills are you talking about, sir?" He was still seated on the bed, his dark shades on. "Don't act stupid, Emma. You know what I mean!" His words pierced my heart. What does he mean, I know what he meant? "With all due respect, sir, I don't know what you mean. You called me in here talking about a special skill. I told you I could draw, and you asked if I knew what special skills I spoke of." He only smiled as he threw a dress at me. "Take it. Wear this." I picked up the dress to get a proper look at it. It was a see-through lace underwear. "What's this, sir?" "I'm the blind one here. Why are you asking me? Or can't you see?" I was taken aback by hi
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My arranged marriage Home at last
Emma WatsonThe late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of the Manhattan penthouse, casting golden beams across the sleek marble floors. The scent of fresh lilies drifted through the open space, mingling with the faint aroma of roasted coffee from the kitchen. For the first time in months, the silence didn’t feel heavy or dangerous. It felt... peaceful.I stood barefoot by the glass wall, gazing out at the city I once hated for everything it took from me. Now, somehow, it had given me everything too.Behind me, Ray’s footsteps echoed softly across the wood. I didn’t turn. I didn’t have to. I knew his presence by heart now—the rhythm of his breathing, the tension in his muscles when he was deep in thought, the way his energy wrapped around mine like a second skin.He came to stand beside me, his hand finding mine. Warm. Solid. Real.“This view used to make me feel invincible,” he said quietly.I looked up at him, his profile bathed in the soft light. “And now?”He glanced do
My arranged marriage Forever
Ray The night air bit against my skin as I stood on the rooftop of the Kingstone building, the skyline of Manhattan stretching before me in all its glittering, indifferent glory. The city didn’t know what it had cost me to get here—or maybe it didn’t care. Either way, the end was coming. And I was ready. Behind me, the wind whipped at my coat, and the faint sound of footsteps echoed from the stairwell. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. “Are you sure about this?” Lucas’s voice was low, hoarse from the healing wound in his side. I glanced back at him. “It ends tonight. One way or another.” He nodded grimly and joined me at the edge. “We have snipers stationed on the west building, just like you planned. Emma’s team is holding the perimeter.” My throat tightened at her name. We’d said our goodbyes earlier, just in case. She’d kissed me like it might be the last time. Maybe it would be. “They’ll be here,” I said. “Benitez doesn’t miss a chance to gloat.” Luc
My arranged marriage The forever
Emma I used to think love was the end goal. Like if I could just find the right person, all the broken parts would fall into place and I’d finally feel whole. But love wasn’t the end. It was the beginning. Because when Ray and I stopped running from who we were—and started building toward who we wanted to become—something bigger took root. Something wilder. Braver. Truer. Not a happy ending. A brave one. And that made all the difference. We spent the first few weeks after the wedding wrapped in a kind of quiet bliss. The world slowed down. Emails went unanswered. The Fellowship ran without us for a little while. Priya handled most of the chaos, sending short updates with emojis and bullet points. I skimmed them between morning walks and late-night dips in the ocean. Ray was softer, more still. I could see it in the way he looked at me—like the war inside him had finally gone quiet. I’d never felt more like myself. And in that stillness, something surpri
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Ray When I was a kid, I thought power meant control. Silence in a boardroom. Eyes following your every move. A last name that carried weight, made people sit straighter. Turns out, none of that matters when you’re standing in a village where no one knows who you are—just that you show up when you say you will. That’s real power. Not dominance. But trust. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t chasing power to bury my father's shadow. I was chasing purpose—with Emma beside me. We moved slower now, not because we had to, but because we could. Mornings began with thick coffee and open laptops, balancing spreadsheets with outreach emails. The fellowship was growing faster than we planned. Our quiet office above the bookstore had tripled in size, and we were already looking for a new space. We weren’t just funding journalism. We were creating platforms. Safety nets. A family of storytellers, rebels, and truth-seekers. People I would’ve never noticed if I’d stay
My arranged marriage The shape of forever
The Shape of Forever Emma The breeze was warm, laced with the scent of frangipani and sea salt as I stepped out onto the balcony. Below, the ocean stretched into a horizon so clear and infinite, it felt like time itself paused to breathe. Bali wasn’t what I expected. It was better. No crowds. No headlines. No past. Just us—and the rhythm of waves that didn’t care about who we used to be. Ray was in the kitchen, humming something soft as he sliced fruit. Shirtless, barefoot, sun-kissed. If I didn’t already love him, I would’ve fallen for him right then and there. But I’d already fallen—completely, recklessly, irrevocably. And here, in this quiet corner of the world, it finally felt safe to land. We spent our mornings wrapped in each other, too lazy to set alarms. Sometimes we talked. Sometimes we didn’t need to. His fingertips would trace patterns on my skin while the sun climbed higher, and I’d close my eyes, memorizing the silence between our heartbeats. In the af
My arranged marriage The legacy we choose
Ray The wind cut through my coat as I stepped out of the cabin one last time, the cold air snapping me to attention. Snow crunched beneath my boots, and far below, the world stretched out in a sea of silver and blue—mountains frozen in time, quiet valleys that didn’t care about headlines, betrayals, or billion-dollar collapses. Up here, the world couldn’t touch us. But it also couldn’t stay frozen forever. Behind me, Emma zipped up her duffel bag and slung it over her shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the chill, her hair tied back in a loose braid. She looked at me like she always did—like I wasn’t the broken son of a corrupt empire, but something more. Something worth saving. And maybe—for the first time in my life—I believed her. The train we caught into Lucerne was empty except for an older couple reading a newspaper and a teenage boy scrolling on a cracked phone. Emma sat beside me, her head leaning on my shoulder, one hand looped around my arm. I watched the
My arranged marriage The after shock
Emma The sun rose behind a shroud of pale clouds as we crossed the Swiss border. Ray sat beside me in the back of the SUV, his eyes fixed on the snow-dusted mountains ahead. Lucas dozed in the front passenger seat, snoring softly, a jacket draped over his face like a makeshift shield from reality. I watched Ray in the quiet. The shadows under his eyes hadn’t faded, even after everything we’d done. Even after the truth had finally come out. The Chronicle had published it all. Langston Enterprises. The bribes. The offshore accounts. The ports. The human cost. The devastation left in his father’s wake. It was global news now. Presidents were giving statements. CEOs were distancing themselves. Stocks were crashing. Investigations were launching across four continents. And yet, somehow, the air between us still held that tension. That edge. Because justice came with a price. And we were the ones who’d lit the match. The safe house was tucked into the mountains above Interla
My arranged marriage The weight of his name
Ray It wasn’t just the name—it was everything that came with it. Langston. In boardrooms, it carried weight. On Wall Street, it opened doors. But in my blood, it felt like a curse I’d spent my entire life trying to outrun. And now, it was time to turn around and face it. I stared at the screen, Emma asleep beside me on the couch, her legs curled underneath a blanket, her head resting on my thigh. The glow of the laptop cast long shadows across her peaceful face. God, she deserved peace. Deserved a life untouched by this war. But she’d chosen to fight anyway. With me. For me. I couldn’t let that be for nothing. I scrolled through the documents we’d compiled—encrypted logs, money transfers, real estate deals, fake nonprofit filings, covert port activity. All of it pointed back to one name: Langston Enterprises. All of it pointed back to my father. Everything we needed to dismantle his empire was right here. The question was—who could we trust with it? Lucas had reached
My arranged marriage Beneath the ashes
Emma The morning after the bloodshed, the safe house felt eerily quiet—like the walls themselves were holding their breath. I stood by the window, watching the pale gray mist roll over the hills. The trees swayed in a rhythm that felt too calm, too detached from what had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. Inside me, a different storm brewed. One that didn’t care for peace or clarity. Ray was still asleep. His breathing steady beside me in the bed we had barely touched since arriving. We’d held each other in silence last night, the kind of silence that didn’t beg for words but craved understanding. But even in his arms, I hadn’t truly rested. My mind hadn’t stopped since I’d pulled the trigger. I’d never killed before. I wasn’t even sure I believed in the right to. But when that man raised his weapon toward Lucas, something primal in me had taken over. I hadn’t hesitated. I hadn’t flinched. I’d acted. And I didn’t regret it. That’s what scared me the most. I steppe
