All Chapters of Dispute Marriage: No Terms and Conditions: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chrisanna"WHERE'S MY DRESS?" my scream echoes around the entire villa. "Where's my damn dress, mama!""Ivanna isn't home, sweetie. Hear me out", Fifi says as I have already made a mess all over the room. I'm running out of time. When I came back from the salon, my dress wasn't there. I clearly remember that I left it on the bed. "Your dress accidentally got dirty", Fifi says, making me almost jump out as I surge towards her."What?""Yeah. Lesley came for mopping. She accidentally dropped the cleaning solution onto it. I sent it immediately to the laundry so it doesn't get ruined"No!Heck!No!I feel like dying already because I hunted the dress down after storming into four different malls. It was so perfect just how Samuel might have wanted it. All my excitement and happiness fade away. "Chrissie!" Fifi holds my shoulder. "Sweetie, don't get upset. You have plenty of dresses. You'll look like a princess anything you wear"I slump onto the bed, mumbling. "Samuel would love the g

Chrisanna"Her name's Charlotte", Eric says, showing me the picture on his phone. "She's—""Hot, right?" he grins as I throw him a you-are-impossible look. "Kidding. She's lovely, beautiful, smart, and sweet. And British! Lord""I knew you always had a thing for British men. Now, it's British women too?" I say, swiping to the next picture where she's sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.They look happy. "I got to know that after I met Charlotte", he leans back to the headboard as we are seated on my bed. He had a smile on his face the whole time when he was talking about her. It was really rare."How long have you been dating her?""A month almost", he says. My eyes enlarge. "Holy moly, himbo. A month? A whole month? This is the fucking longest relationship you have ever been""I didn't realize that though", he rolls his eyes. Eric has always been facing all the dating issues. Especially with women. They basically didn't like the fact that he is bi. And with men

ChrisannaHis grey orbs tremble with my words, unsure if he heard me right, and I'm wondering if I heard myself right. "Please!" my whisper melts into my mouth as he takes my brims into a passionate kiss again, this time hungrily nibbling them. I slip my hand underneath his shirt through the slit of the first opened button. His hand moves to the back of my head as he clicks the bun open, letting my hair wave down and fisting them to pull me closer. His right arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me against his hard torso, and his left hand fisting my hair to press my mouth against his. I don't move but it already feels like I'll not be able to move any of the parts of my body as he holds me like he doesn't wanna let me go ever again. I can barely breathe. My chest can barely rise due to being pressed against him. And his mouth captures my lips, my nostrils getting blocked by his nose bridge pressed against it. He's definitely gonna kill me breathless today. But a part of me does

ChrisannaEmmy sets the laptop aside, exhaling deeply. "I don't think I ever can"She looks at me with a smile. Heartbreaking smile. "Why?" I drag myself close to her and place my hand on hers. "He needs to have clarity, Emmy. He has so many misunderstandings—""But my boy is away from the biggest trauma of his life", her voice breaks and her eyes shiver at me. "I can't do this to him, Chrissie. I know he's different. Isolated. Filled with pain. And I have been trying my best to keep him away from this pain. The hatred he might have for the things I have done— well, the false things his father might have said to him about me— I can bear that. But not the trauma he will go through all over again. He's surely a grown-up man now. But trust me, he's still a little kid inside""I know", I mumble, looking away. "I know that"Her lips curve into a little smile. "I'm so lucky that he loves me. He might be angry with me. But it's a miracle that he didn't end up being a man filled with hatred.

ChrisannaI patiently waited for Samuel to come downstairs again. I wanted to chase him but it would worry others. It's been more than twenty minutes since Samuel has left. Unable to control my urge anymore, I surge towards my room since he should be using that washroom. As I enter inside, I don't find him in the room. The washroom door is locked too."Samuel, you in there?" I call him, tapping on the door. He doesn't respond. But I know he's inside and he's not okay. My heart begins to race faster. What happened to him suddenly? "Samuel, it's me. Open the door. Please", I whisper and just then I hear him exhaling deeply. "Samuel!" my voice softens as I lean against the door. "You need some time? I'm right here. I'll be here, okay? You should know you're not alone"The door clicks open and I take my steps back right away. He comes out of the washroom, his gaze lowered and his body stiffened. His face is wet, water drops scattering all over, and slithering down from a few strands of