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The Unwanted Bride

The Unwanted Bride

"You never looked at me as myself. You never treated me as a spouse because another woman is in your mind when we're together. Every time you say 'I love you,' with every embrace and kiss, it's her you're thinking of, not me. You loved me not because you loved me, but because you were keeping my sibling alive within me." Certainly! Here is the text translated into English: --- "Damn you!! Put me down!!” I kicked as hard as I can. I even pulled his hair and bit his shoulders so that he will let me go. “Stop it Van! You might fall!” he protested. But I tried even harder to free myself. I kept screaming for him to let me go, but he remained deaf. “You monster!! Manipulative jerk!! I hate you!! I really, really hate you!!” I shouted. I was on the verge of tears due to the extreme anger I felt towards him. Suddenly, he pushed me into a room and dropped me onto the sofa. Before I could even stand, he immediately went on top of me and pinned my arms. “Get off me!!” I wriggled my arms away. He closed his eyes and pressed his body closer to mine. My eyes widened when I felt 'him' coming to life. “Xander?” panic laced my voice. He put his forehead against mine. “God, I missed you so much Vannah.” He said, almost sobbing. I remained silent for a while. “Let me go Xander.” His grip tightened. He shook his head and buried his face in my neck. “I can’t. Savannah, I can’t. I can’t let you go.” I exhaled. Man, this is so frustrating. “Xander, please. I don't want this anymore. I'm tired of you. I'm tired of all of this. Just, let me go.” He looked at me wide-eyed. “No Savannah! No! You can't get tired. No! You can't leave. I can't bear another day without you, I'll go crazy. Please, just don't leave me.” I saw a tear fall from his eyes. I closed my eyes. No Savannah. Don't let yourself be fooled. Don't repeat your mistake from seven years ago. “Savannah..” he called. I just stared at him. I tried to push him with all my might and I succeeded. I sat there while he was trying to reach me. “Stop it Xander! What's so hard to understand about me not wanting this!” He was taken aback by what I said. He turned pale and seemed to have no strength to lower his hand. “I'm sorry. For everything that I said to you--“ I cut him off and stood up. “No. Don't ask for forgiveness. I understand. I understand it all, Xander.” My voice broke so I paused. I took a deep breath as I felt the same pain resurface. “I perfectly understood all the things that you said that night.” “Savannah..” “I know, I know that you married me not because you love me. You married me because you're in love with my twin, right?” “NO!!” he tried to hug me but I stepped back. “Don't touch me.” “Savannah, please, let me explain.” He pleaded but I just shook my head. “Your explanation is seven years late Xander. Everything is broken beyond repair.” I shook my head and reached for the door. He grabbed my arms and hugged me tightly. “No. I won't give up, Savannah. I won't give you up without putting up a damn fight! Remember, we're still married. You're still my wife.” I laughed bitterly when he said that. I pushed him away and looked him straight in the eyes. “I was never your wife Xander. I am just your substitute bride.”
'His Obsession

'His Obsession

"Your eyes..." I spoke up after taking the first shot. She seemed surprised when I spoke. "Why? They are mine. You need them?" she said mockingly, her voice feminine but assertive. "They are staring too much at me, wonder why?" I asked without looking at her, focusing on my second shot. "I'm a woman. Besides alcohol, what else could I be here for? Of course, a man," she replied sharply. I have to say, I commend her honesty. "I understand," I said. "So, do you like me?" I finally looked at her, and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I can say that she is beautiful and sexy. She can easily tempt other men. The way she dresses is quite similar to those girls I've seen working in a bar. "I wouldn't stare at you for long if I didn't," she arched her eyebrow. She's really feisty. "I see, bottom line it for me," she furrowed her brow at my statement, and I expected her to understand. "What?" she asked. I saw the last shot left. I downed it. She seems stronger than I thought. But I'm not drunk yet. I'm still in my right mind. I moved to the chair between us. I don't know if that was necessary, but I'm enjoying our talk. I like how curious she is right now. I like that she is paying attention to what I might say next. "What do you want?" I finally caught her gaze. I don't know what's stopping her from responding, though the answer is very obvious. "Girls in this bar used to like two things..." I said as my hand moved on its own. I didn't debate in my mind whether to touch her hair. I brushed it aside and placed it behind her ear. "Money or pleasure. Which one is it?"
Possessive Womanizer Husband

Possessive Womanizer Husband

"Vincent, Mama is looking for you. Aren't you going home?" Athan asked the twins. I faced Ethan, who was staring at the girl next to him at the bar. "Nope. I'm busy," he said absentmindedly. I just shook my head. Ethan remained focused on the girl's thigh beside him. Damn playboy. "Ah, okay. I'm leaving then. Text Mama, okay?" Athan bid farewell. Without a word, he walked away, leaving me dumbfounded, watching him go. "You like my bro?" Ethan teased. I faced him before taking another sip. "Like is for kids, Ethan," I rolled my eyes. Shortly after, a tray of shot glasses arrived. It was placed in front of us. He smiled at me before locking eyes. "Oh, then love?" he chuckled. I took a shot glass before shaking my head again. I rolled my eyes. "Like, duh! Yuck, you believe in that?!" "Hell, no. Of course not," he replied. I glanced at him before nodding. "At least we have something in common," I said, taking another shot. He followed suit. "Really, I thought girls like you believe in fairy tales. Like Mr. Right," he teased, barely holding back laughter. I choked on my sixth glass before shaking my head. "You say that again, and I swear, I will make you shut up," I said in irritation. Ethan's thoughts about fairy tales and Mr. Right disgusted me. Did I look like a naive twelve-year-old girl? "Oh, you can't make me shut up, baby," he arrogantly replied, moving his face closer. I inched mine towards him too. "Wanna bet?" I challenged. His lips quirked up, mischief gleaming in his green eyes. He stood up and approached me. "Sure. If I win, you'll stay at my pad tonight," he confidently said. I resisted the urge to blush at his words, meeting his gaze. "And?" "And I will rock your world, babe."