I Marry A Playboy

I Marry A Playboy

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Romance
I forced a playboy to marry me. He obviously hates me. He's cold, and still act like a bachelor. But despite that...i'm sure of one thing... I'll never give up in this marriage.
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"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" The moment I closed my eyes for that first kiss, I suddenly remembered how I fantasized about marrying Lucas Sandoval. I recalled when I aimed to have a complete and a happy family and how willing I am to spend a lifetime with him. I felt a tear fell from my eyes as I felt his lips against mine, as I have realized that I just rather want to die right now in front of everyone than to live with him. Before, I was dying just to be with him. Now, I am literally dying for being with him. I dreamt about walking down the aisle to be with my love. Now, I just want to run away from him and never come back. I once prayed to be part of his life. Now I am- his battered wife.

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