All Chapters of My wife is a sassy Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“And now I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest announced. Jonathan looked at his bride, the angelic face and clear eyes of the woman who had schemed and forced him into marriage. He wasn’t sure how she managed to sway his grandmother and his parents, but she did, and here they were. He leaned into her for the kiss. For a second, he was distracted by her nervousness and loud heartbeat that spiked by the second. He had to, yet again, remind himself not to fall for her facade. He planted his lips against hers and told her exactly what he thought. “Did you think you could be my wife because you schemed and trapped me into this? You can enjoy the vacant position of Mrs. Smith that you covet so much. But you will never have a place in my heart and life.” He saw the shock and pain in her eyes, but it did not last long as she scanned the surroundings and sighed in resignation. She took a deep breath, and her eyes held determination. He was correct! She wa

Jonathan tried to catch Joyanna, but Vivian threw herself at him. He missed at the last second. He pushed Vivian away and rushed towards Joyanna, but Liliana beat him to it. She clutched Joyanna, who was rolling towards the escalator, and tried to balance herself but failed. Liliana realized they were going to roll down the escalator. She bent her body and shielded her daughter’s small frame completely. Jonathan ran towards them and held them, but they had already tumbled halfway through. Liliana had no time to look at Jonathan as Joyanna was wheezing. She ran, ignoring her wounds, and got her bag. She assembled the inhaler and cradled Joyanna in her arms. “C’mon, Jo, breathe. Take a deep breath, Jo. Look at me, sweety.” She coaxed Joyanna and patted her on the back, soothing her. With her other hand, she called Henry Qazi, “Henry, come to the Western Mall, 10th floor, in front of Crosswords. Jo tumbled down the stairs. She isn't breathing well. Send someone to bring Li as we

Jonathan stayed behind as he watched the doctors check up on the family of three. He looked at the twins closely after Henry took the mother for an X-ray. Jo was indeed the carbon copy of the little girl in his memory. So, the girl he had met at 13 must be Liliana. Everyone called her Lil, just like the little girl. The boy looked different, he had Liliana’s mouth and nose, but the face-cut, forehead, and square jaw probably belonged to his father. Jonathan felt Li’s features were strangely familiar - like he had seen them before. Was the father of twins someone he knew? He winced at the thought of their father, at the thought of Liliana being with another man. He mentally kicked himself. He had no right to think that. He wondered where their father was as he looked at the kids sleeping peacefully. Henry took him for a blood transfusion in case there were complications later. It’s best to stay prepared. During the blood donation, Henry told him that he had met Lil seven years

“Mom, you should lie down. You never care about your health,” Li interrupted them. “You must be well since you have started nagging already,” Lil complained. But she moved to the bed as her son said. She struggled to get in bed. There was a cast on her hands and feet. Jonathan helped her lie on the bed. Liam Preston came inside without knocking just as she had laid down. “Lil, Jo, Li, how are you guys?” Liam asked, huffing. He had rushed inside. “Ever heard of knocking, Liam,” Lil asked. “It’s just you. Why should I?” Liam shrugged. “How is she?” Liam asked Li. “I am an adult, and I am right here,” Lil grumbled. “You always downplay your injuries.” Liam retorted, leaving her speechless. “Mommy, Daddy Liam is right,” Li exposed her as he added, “Daddy Henry said that she has two hairline fractures on the arms. Ligament tears on her ankle and a sprain on her back. It will take six weeks to heal, and she should not overexert herself during this time.” Jonathan was shocked w

Jonathan had only ever had Lil in his mind and heart. He never had any girlfriends or scandals, but even so, girls would find their way into his hotel rooms, or his associates would send him ‘gifts.’ He had dealt with all of them harshly. But even then, they never stopped. The slim prospect of being the young mistress of the Smith Group was too much of a temptation. He had met Vivian Stone on a business trip around four years ago. He realized he had been drugged and locked himself in his hotel room. But unfortunately, whoever had schemed against him had thoroughly prepared. He was locked inside, the landline was dead, his cell phone had no reception, there was no WIFI, and worst of all, there was no water in the bathroom. Jonathan had thought that if he did not die, he would surely get a psychological disorder other than kidney deficiency. It was then a male voice knocked on the door. Jonathan had assumed the voice sounded like his assistant - Vincent and Jonathan had confir