Caught In The Wrong Marriage With My Mr. Right

time she figured out how to scavenge through the trash bags behind the houses in the suburbs. One blustery afternoon, just as she tried to pull a crust of moldy bread from a bag, a gentle yet st

hand, Alina likely wo

them warmly. After a brief exchange, they stepped aside to allow an elegant procession to pass through. Among them was Nohan Leroux, striking in a custom black suit, moving with the assured air of a king among his people. In person, he was even more impressive than in the photos: a strong jaw, intense gaz

cheerful question. "Mr. Leroux,

l Nohan's gaze on her again, this time even more insisten

the elders, looking more refined than ever in his suit. He seemed completely unaware of Alina's presence, q

sts lost themselves in their shallow conversations. Suddenl

round? Can't you just leave Ayden a

arm free and ga

I'm not here to cause trouble. Mr. Duma

s called Samuel Dumas simply "Mr. Dumas," a

wled in

en I wouldn't dare embarrass the Dumas like this, and you-a bastard with no status

ation inside. Would this

tanding up. He showed his phone, excused himself for a momen

" she

her way upstairs and out to the balcony that overlooked the garden. Nohan had just ended his call.

confusion, his deep eyes unreadable. Without a word, he turned abruptly, as if t

p as

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t her sto

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her over from

oul

he had grown used to, but something raw and genuine. That was what had made him steal a few glances back. The young woman was

ared to call

ly, "Miss, I am a married man

didn't remember her. But how could he claim to be ma

k who you

ne of your

ne was

copy of their mar

on this document-th

d read the names. The bri

s expression tur

ery? You could have tried harder. Getting

r of the living room as he made his way strai

two security guards dressed

icate is real! You can c

He got into his car and

reappeared in the living room. Maïa immedia

ene unfold, though she had

so suddenly?" she asked.