Contractually Yours: An Arranged Marriage Romance

sometimes the most irrational things motivate me.

Mine. My future. My wife.

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“I love you.”

I blink. “What?”

“I love you,” he says again. “Do you believe me?”

“It means you’re my slut. My wife.”

“And this pussy is mine. My exclusive property.”

No other man gets to see what’s mine.

Look all you want. She’s mine now.

As he gives me everything I ever dreamed of and more, the emptiness that’s been gnawing my heart for so long vanishes, replaced by love and joy.

I’m finally home.

“What does that matter? Our marital status doesn’t change the fact that my heart”—he takes my hand and places it over his thudding chest—“belongs to you.”

My eyes grow teary. “I thought you didn’t do grand gestures.”

“I don’t think putting your name on what’s yours can be considered grand.” He brushes his lips over my forehead and eyebrows.

“You crazy man,” I choke out. “I love you too.”

His smile is brilliant.