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“Please Sir, don't divorce me. I will do whatever you want, but not a divorce.” Carolyn pleaded desperately with the man that everything about him was screaming danger.  She was taken aback by the coldness the man was exuding when he turned to face her. His eyes held so much darkness that she flinched. All her senses awoke blaring alarm bells in her head to get away, but to where? She had been walking helplessly in the street after she discovered her aunt's cruel intentions towards her on her wedding day. Until that young man mistook her as the bride of this man and brought her to the altar to marry this man who is scaring the living daylights out of her. He took a slow stride to her, held her chin with his index finger making her eyes meet his, and said. “Little bunny, you did not only trick my assistant into believing you're my bride, but you're also asking for a favor?“ “I'd like to sound a note of warning. Being my wife means you're ready to stay in my hell. You seem too fragile to be in my abyss, you might die, and there's no going back once you're in. Are you still willing?". He asked. “Yes, I am willing. In exchange, you'll have to protect me from my aunt and her goons.” She boldly declared. The man squirted his eyes at the little bunny in front of him for whatever reason, she was the most audacious woman he had ever come across and a devilish smile curled up his lips and said. “STRIP AND PLEASURE YOURSELF WIFEY.” And Carolyn's jaws dropped. Did she make the right decision by entering into a deal with the devil?  Will she regret her actions? READ TO FIND OUT. 

I had just returned early from a business trip abroad, eager to surprise my five-year-old son. However, as I stood at the entrance of his preschool, the sight before me froze me in place. My son was clinging to my husband's "first love," calling her "Mom." I moved forward to get my son back, but before I could do anything, she screamed, "Help! A kidnapper is trying to take this child! Let's do the right thing today! Stand up for families who've had their kids stolen!"  She egged on the bystanders, rallying them to act in the name of justice. Without a second thought, a crowd of people pummeled me right there in the street, hitting me with rocks that smashed into my face, breaking my legs with metal pipes, and ripping the clothes from my body before tying me to a streetlamp. It was only then that I realized that in the month I'd been away, my husband had moved his first love into our home, taking my place. However, did he forget? He was nothing more than a man who married into my family! I couldn’t wait to see who couldn’t live without the other!

“I wish I can divorce you but the court clearly states that no divorce until the second year of marriage. Which means, we are stuck with each other. And until then, you are not leaving my sight. That means, you now live in this house, and now work for me!” He retorted. “Deal with that, princess.” The princess was said in a demeaning way. I took a shameful walk back to the sofa I got up from and sank into it. Two years with Evan Blackman? Or the street? Which would it be? ***** After Katie Malory divorced her husband who was cheating on her, she found herself rejected by the only family she had ever known. Left to suffer on the street with no single penny to her name, she was met with the rude shock that she had married a man who had always shown her that he would rather die than look at her twice. How the mistake happened, she couldn’t comprehend. But she knew she only had two options to choose from. The street of the home of the man who hated her with every fiber of his being.

Sete anos ao lado de Ricardo Albuquerque, e Catarina Vasconcelos finalmente queria se casar. O vestido de noiva já estava escolhido, mas a proposta nunca veio. No dia do exame pré-nupcial, ela esperou no hospital até o anoitecer. Ele? Estava em uma festa, celebrando a chegada de sua nova secretária. A própria secretária fez questão de postar nas redes sociais, marcando Catarina: "Obrigada, Sr. Albuquerque, pelo lindo anel de diamante!" Catarina não discutiu. Apenas curtiu a publicação e, na manhã seguinte, pediu demissão. Voltou para casa e começou a aceitar encontros arranjados. Ricardo riu com desdém. — Dê um tempo a ela. Quando cansar de brincar, vai voltar, mansinha. Três dias se passaram. Depois, mais três. E Catarina não voltou. A inquietação começou a roer a paciência dele. Pela primeira vez, Ricardo foi atrás dela. — Já deu de drama, não acha? Se ainda quer se casar, volte agora. Essa é sua última chance. — Sr. Albuquerque… Catarina ficou noiva. A foto do certificado de casamento dela apareceu em sua postagem nas redes sociais. O sempre inabalável Ricardo enlouqueceu. Passou três dias e três noites ajoelhado na chuva, na frente da casa dela. — Catarina… pelo amor de Deus… volta pra mim! A porta finalmente se abriu. Mas era um homem, com uma toalha amarrada na cintura. A voz rouca e cheia de cansaço: — Minha esposa está dormindo. Está exausta. Faça o favor de voltar, Sr. Albuquerque.