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Arranged marriage: Love through distance

Arranged marriage: Love through distance

You are cordially invited to the wedding of two people. This wedding marks the union of two elite Greek-American families, an event as prestigious as it is feared. The eyes of the world will be on this ceremony, where luxury blends with tradition, and where smiles hide untold stories. It meets all the necessary requirements according to tradition. Greek, check. Wealthy, check. Status, check. Love? Eh, not really. The marriage of Christian Matheson and Sasha Hamilton is more than just a union. It is a strategic move, a carefully orchestrated family agreement, meant to preserve the honor and prosperity of both clans. Two opposing worlds collide here, united by blood ties and financial interests, but separated by secrets, grudges, and unspoken desires. Christian, heir to a dwindling fortune, and Sasha, the daughter of a ruthless magnate, never wanted this alliance. But under the pressure of their respective families, they had no choice but to bow to the demands of an age-old tradition. So, come see how two strangers, forced together by their families, handle the situation. How will they navigate this marriage of convenience while slowly discovering each other in a world where appearances reign, and every gesture, every word, can change everything? Will love come from this constraint, or will their story be marked by the weight of expectations? Only time will tell.
The Bet

The Bet

When Jason and Darrelle make a bet involving Darrell's dating life, he thought it would be easy since women were usually his strong suit. What he didn't know is that he would end up with Nia Graham, a lawyer who became well known after defending a wrongly accused black man. Nia had been by herself for so long without a man, she had learned to live without one, her independent nature makes it difficult for Darrelle. Darrelle stays persistent knowing that the Preston deal would be his greatest deal yet, but when Darrelle finds himself falling for Nia will he end the bet? Sneak Peak "What about her?" Andre asked. "Who?" I asked he motioned to a group of women specifically the one sitting down, I couldnt really see her because of the dim lights and the group of friends she had around her. "No," "Why not?" Jason asked I took another sip before saying. "She is sitting with her friends," "And?" Andre asked. "Her friends are drunk," "And?" Jason asked confused. "She is the only one with a beer and look at how she continuously checks her phone every five second," "And?" "The beer isn't strong which means she is the designated driver her friends are drunk which means she has to leave soon, and the phone just shows that she would rather be anywhere but here, like she has much more important things to do. Which let's me know she probably won't give me the time of day because I'm not the most important thing in her life right now," "She is the one, she is the one you got to date"
Flash Marriage To The Mysterious Doctor

Flash Marriage To The Mysterious Doctor

I was a Wall Street analyst drowning in my father's $2.7 million debt, pushed to the brink when my corrupt boss ordered me to cover up a massive corporate fraud. Refuse, and I'd be framed. Agree, and I'd end up in federal prison. My life hit absolute rock bottom when a creepy ride-share driver locked me in his car on a deserted street. But before the nightmare could unfold, a black SUV smashed into us, and the driver was violently dragged out by Donovan Beasley. Billionaire heir. New York's most untouchable bachelor. And, as I would soon discover, a fiercely revered surgeon who ruled the city's top hospital. He didn't just save my life; he offered me a lifeline-a thirty-page prenuptial agreement. "I'm proposing a merger." He would clear my father's debt overnight. In exchange, I would be his temporary wife for three years. The rules were strictly business: no emotional expectations, no physical intimacy. Empowered by his protection, I signed the devil's contract and ruthlessly destroyed the corrupt executives who tried to make me their scapegoat. I thought I had everything under control. I thought this was just a simple transaction. But if this was just a fake marriage, why did his eyes burn with such dark, possessive intensity every time another man looked at me? Why did his voice vibrate with raw, terrifying sincerity when he slipped a surprise platinum diamond ring onto my finger and vowed, "I do"? I bought my freedom with a signature, but as I stepped into his five-thousand-square-foot penthouse, I realized the real trap wasn't the contract. It was him.
The Gym Owner's Secret

The Gym Owner's Secret

Our tenth anniversary. As I pulled up to our Hamptons estate, a small, perfectly wrapped gift in hand, I expected champagne and celebration. Instead, I found my husband, Ethan, with his executive assistant, Jessica Thorne. Not just talking. My world shattered. His response? A casual proposal for an "open marriage," laced with a sneer about my humble origins. The humiliation deepened when my own father, concerned only with a business deal with Ethan, blackmailed me with my mother's cherished apple orchard to ensure my "compliance." I was forced to play along, even delivering "documents" to Ethan's hotel suite where his mistress openly flaunted their affair. The torment escalated: Jessica, knowing my severe lily allergy, sent a massive bouquet that left me gasping for air, collapsing into anaphylactic shock. In the hospital, Ethan attempted to "cleanse" me with antiseptic, his chilling possessiveness on full display. How could my entire life, built on trust and love, crumble so cruelly? Why was I, the one who tried to hold everything together, constantly used and betrayed by everyone I loved? The injustice was suffocating. Just as Ethan, having coldly dismissed his pregnant mistress, returned to claim me as his sole "property," ready to trap me permanently, a seemingly ordinary gym owner named Mike intervened. But his kind eyes held a secret that was about to unravel Ethan' s twisted empire and rewrite the rules of my very existence.
I'm The Unwanted Wife

I'm The Unwanted Wife

The big door in front of me opened and from where I was standing I could see the man I love looking at me without emotion. I smiled even though my chest was tight. Little by little I heard a song as I slowly walked closer to the man waiting at the altar. Kiel looked at me seriously. There was no trace of satisfaction on his face. There was no sign of joy on his face, which made my heart ache. I extended my hand here but he just looked at it and went before the priest. My hand was left in the air. Bowed and slightly embarrassed. I followed in front of the priest. It started to mass. "You may now kiss the bride" I faced Kiel. It looked at me with disgust. I closed my eyes thinking he was going to kiss me on the lips but he kissed me on the cheek. "you got me being Mrs. Valerian, I'll make sure you don't get my love." He whispered. I closed my eyes when I felt physical pain in my heart. "Remember that Sam? You can't have my love cause I love someone else." he added as the crowd applauded. I shed a single tear. "it's nice to watch your tears. It's nice to watch you cry." He walked away from me after saying that and was the first to leave the church. I wiped my tears and smiled to face the people who were happy for us. My chest aches behind my smiles. I still got over the stabbing but I didn't show it. "Where is your husband going?" asked an old man innocently. I smiled here and didn't say a word. "Maybe I'm just excited," said one teasingly. I laughed even though my heart felt like it was being squeezed. It hurts! I am Samantha Alexandria Perez or should I say Samantha Alexandria Perez Valerian and I am his The Unwanted Wife.
The Girl He Called Desperate

The Girl He Called Desperate

The text from Andrew lit up my phone screen, and my heart jumped. I' d spent years as his "friend," his late-night call, secretly hoping this was finally our moment. He asked me to wear "that coyote ugly thing" he liked, denim shorts and boots, for a night at his downtown condo. I drove there, heart pounding, ready to be "seen" by him. But the door swung open to a jeering crowd of his friends, and next to him, recording, was Gabrielle Ross. Andrew smirked, "Look what the cat dragged in," then claimed I'd "gotten the wrong idea," calling me desperate. Gabrielle laughed, narrating for her phone, "When the crazy side-chick won' t take a hint." He tossed a cheap sex toy at my feet, declaring, "Because I' m with Gabrielle now. We' re done." The video went viral, my reputation crumbled, and my freelance design business vanished overnight. With no way to pay my father's mounting medical bills, I was desperate. An agency offered a mere $250,000 for five years of my life, a pittance but my only choice. Then the call came: my father was critically ill and transferred to Andrew' s hospital. I found Andrew and begged him to help, seeing a flicker of the promising doctor he once was. But during my father' s emergency intubation, Andrew abandoned him to console Gabrielle, leaving a junior resident fumbling. My father died. Later, Andrew held Gabrielle in the hospital chapel, and she sneered, saying my father probably gave up "knowing what a slut his daughter is." Rage consumed me. I lunged at her, and Andrew violently shoved me away, caring only for Gabrielle. My father' s ashes, the last physical piece of him, were later spilled and shattered by Gabrielle. I was broken, humiliated, and utterly alone, a monument to Andrew' s callous disregard. But then, my phone rang and a smooth voice announced, "Your patron has arrived. Mr. Blakely is ready to begin your contract." Little did Andrew know, my "patron" was about to help me rise from the ashes.