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Contractually Married

As they openly say 'life isn't fair', well for me, that's exactly the definition of my own life...not until I reached the age of 18, where I signed the most stupid arrangement and contract in my life. Do you know what consist of that 'so-called' arrangements? Well, let me tell you... it's just me and my name who and which is going to be tied 'contractually' to the end of the name of my jerk of a (so-called) husband. You heard that---Contractually? Yes. We're just going to be 'contractually 'married' for five years.. for five long years. And since it's only for five years, we don't have to act like those typical husband and wife or a lovey-dovey-couple that you can see everywhere holding each other's hands while walking, hugging, kissing.. and ohh.. eating each other's face. Because that's exactly the opposite situation of our 'marriage'. He hates me with all his guts and same with me, although I really don't know why and where his hates coming from. - - - - - - - - - - - - So, here I am... Arriana Angela Kelley- Smith, married to Alexander Jonathan Smith who is known to be one of the successful and richest bachelor 'slash' womanizer in the whole business state of California. Hmmp! little did they know, he was already married 'to me' four years ago.

JaycelleRodriguez · Urban
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60 Chs

Chapter fifty: His Nightmare

Alex's POV:

I've been driving for almost three hours since this morning when I received a text message from Francine. So, I have to stop searching for my wife in a while, to know what this woman wanted this time.

It's been four days since Rian was missing. We already reported her case to the police, but every hour of every day has been a torturing day to me. And it was like living in hell every time I saw our wedding picture inside of our room.

I pulled over in front of the restaurant, and I saw her right away as soon as I stepped inside the entrance.

"What do you want?" I asked her not even bother to take a seat.

She chuckled and gestured me to sit down.

"Come on, Alex. Is that the right way to talk to the mother of your child?"

"He's not my son!" I slammed my hand on top of the table but she didn't even flinch. It also caused a little scene for those customers near our table.