All Chapters of Dispute Marriage: No Terms and Conditions: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Samuel I peek into Kylee's room. Seems like she's sleeping. I tried to call Chrisanna but she blabbered something and cut the call. She's already wasted and I don't think I'll be able to hold myself anymore. I need to know where she is."She's in the opera club", Kylee's head pops out from the door, startling me and she closes the door in my face without hearing me out. Without delay, I rush out of the manor and keep calling her. This woman is impossible. The other day she was asserting her so-called rights and today, she didn't even bother to inform me that she would be going to a club as if she has all the damn rights and I don't have any. Driving at full speed, I reach the opera club which isn't far from the manor. It's a small space with a hundred people stuffed inside a shack. I keep my face mask and hat on while looking for her in the mild disco lights. Thankfully, the music isn't as loud as the bars.I look at each of the faces while crossing the crowd until I hear a chirpin

Chrisanna "Look at you two", Emmy chirps while setting the cushions on the couch as I come downstairs, following Samuel. "I'm glad we can finally have breakfast together; especially both of you. You guys didn't have a single meal together if I don't count the dinner night at Christian's"Samuel lets out a sigh. "That's not a big deal, mom. Anyway, good morning""Good morning. I heard you guys had a great evening yesterday", Emmy says. Samuel frowns and his eyes straight lands on Kylee at the dining table. She's giggling at us. "Yeah, it was great!" I try to go along with it."We enjoyed— a lot", Samuel plays along, pulling me closer to him. My eyes drift upwards at him smiling at Emmy."Great. And it'll be great again if you join us for breakfast today, Samuel. You hardly had your meals with us ever since you came back", she crosses her arms at us.Samuel halts for a second, pursing his lips before nodding. "My sweet boy", Emmy pulls his cheek, and before she could pull his head

Samuel Until!My subconscious screams at me.This is wrong, Samuel!I push myself a little back, realizing what the hell I was doing. I should not!I should fucking not— when she's not even awake. She again squirms underneath me, her eyebrows curling up. The discomfort is visible on her face. "Jesus!" she seethes. "Mama! My head hurts"The next moment, she rubs her eyes, opening them slowly at me. Then she blinks, confused. "Huh!" she groans. "Oh! Mama isn't here" "Yeah. She is not", I mutter, sitting back and sliding my arm around her torso, pulling her upwards as her back rests against my torso and her head falls back onto my chest. I secure her with my arm and gently caress her forehead with my other hand. She just hums, holding my wrist. Her eyes are closed and she's still in half sleep. "You're so bad!" she mumbles, making me chuckle."Why so?"She doesn't respond, snoozing. "Chrisanna, don't sleep", I grunt. She's still snoozing but she can't fall back into a deep sleep

Hello, everyone! I know I should have posted this announcement earlier that the next chapter may take a while to be updated. You all must be waiting patiently and I really appreciate that. As you all know this is the month of Ramadan and I'm having a hard time to set up my schedule. However, I can assure you that from 1st April you'll get regular updates for this book and I'll try my best to post at least one long chapter before 1st April. There's a lot more to come. And I'm really excited to share the whole journey of Samuel and Chrisanna. This story is about family and childhood love. Tell me you all love 'I loved you all my life' trope like the way I do. Sobs! Stay tuned for the next chapter.

Chrisanna I don't speak and turn the water tap at the fastest speed. That will be enough to answer him that I'm in here. He doesn't scream against the door anymore. I feel cold and I don't know how long I have been standing under this cold shower because my body is freezing. I immediately turn the shower off and wrap my body with a tower, shaking very badly. How the hell can I lose self-control?I hate the woman I become when it comes to Samuel. Because this is not who I usually am. Without drying myself completely, I grab the thin fabricated night suit which was already laying here and click the door open. My eyes land straight on Samuel sitting at the edge of the bed, head hanging down, elbows resting on his knees. Startled as I slam the door shut, he looks up at me. Our eyes meet. His eyes are calm and rosy as he stares at me, thoroughly gulping down. I look away, hanging the towel, and turning my back to him. I would like to avoid looking at him as much as I can. However, as