His Little Wife

His Little Wife

Destiny-One

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Unwanted wedding, that's how their love story started. About two people who both don't like each other at first but eventually they will also love each other. But where they are happy together, there will come an unexpected problem that will separate the two of them. After many years, their path will meet again. Can the former love destroyed by time and opportunity be restored?

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Disclaimer.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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"Twaine! Hey, Twaine!"I woke up to a seventeen year old girl sleeping sofly in my bedroom.

"Hmmm. What the hell!"

It was obvious in her voice that she was not yet in the mood to get up.

"That's bad! Get up there." I told her again as I dried my hair. I just finished taking a bath and this bitch is still asleep.

"I don't want to go in school!" She said lazily.

"Who told you not to come to school, huh?"I asked her annoyed.

"Just myself." She answered.

"Twaine!" I shouted at her. This kid really pisses me off.

"Yes! My brother, I will get up!" She said and glared at me.

"Stop calling me brother, I'm your husband not your brother." She really knows how to annoys me.

"But you're 5 years older than me!" She reasoned out.

"So, what?" Because of annoyance, so I climbed on the bed and I brought my face close to hers.

"Call me brother again and I will kiss you." I threaten her.

"Fine, I will not call you brother again-so you can leave there on top of me,Sir Kyle?" Because she called me sir so I started to apply my lips to her lips.

I started to kiss her. I was happy to see her close her eyes and she also responded to my kisses.

Before we even headed to where, I had already cut off our kiss.

"Get up and prepare yourself before we get caught up in school." I told her pretending that nothing happened.

"Why did you kiss me?" She was still complaining.

"All right, take a bath and get dressed." She burst out of my room and went to her room.

"So, childish." I just whispered.

We're married but we didn't sleep in one bed. We have our own bed. Last night she slept here because she was afraid of thunder and lightning. So I let her sleep on my bed while I was on the sofa.

I'm a professor at Hartfeld University that's why I decided to enrolled Twaine in Hartfeld so that I can watch over her.

We are married but only our parents know. That's why we have to be careful at school.

How did we become husband and wife-and why?

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Answer will be found out on the following chapters so stay put and wait for the updates.

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