Wrenely's Book
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His Wicked Wife Loves hard
As newly weds we entered our beloved marital home together, hand in hand, sparks flying in the air. This is how every couple feels on their wedding day, every body would be so overwhelmed to embark on a new journey, a journey of love, trust and everlasting bliss. Except for us it was different! None of us wanted to be in this sham of a marriage. “I still can’t believe my dad forced this on us!” Trevor growled, throwing his tux jacket onto the sofa. “Tell me about it, this whole arranged marriage thing is archaic,” I retorted, tossing my bouquet aside, along with the stupid bride veil. Any remaining wedding day cheer was absolutely not for us maybe for our guests and Mr. Kinsley who happens to be my godfather and also my turned father in law. I and my darling husband glared at each other, the hatred we bare for each other boiling over. “You drive me absolutely crazy!” I exploded. “The feeling is mutual!” he shot back before storming out of the room. So much for a beautiful happy ever after....