A Marriage Of Inconvenience Dramione Novels & Stories

Forming my lips in a thin line, we all exchanged awkward glances and instead of lowering it, Veronica increased the hesitation by her remark. “Wow, never thought you guys would… marry.” He listened to her, bringing a deadly silence for the next few seconds before releasing a mocking chuckle. “When two people who got cheated by the person they trusted the most- they find comfort in each other.” My body stilled when he rested his hand over my shoulder, bringing me closer to his chest. Jared narrowed his eyes with compassion, noticing my discomfort but I hid it quickly. “Dariel, Please. You have moved on with your wife, I have moved on with my husband. Don’t bring the past in between.” Veronica

It's me, Camille. I was surprised to receive the text from Camille. I know we had a misunderstanding last week because he blames me for why he and Dave Arkiel are not on good terms right now. She says that I'm the reason, well I can't blame her because even I'm confused about the situation we're in. Why did I have to marry someone who loved someone else? To: +639453245268 Sure. Block 3, Alyn's cafe. After I answered her, I immediately got dressed and left the room. Carrying my cellphone and car keys.

She then approached him. "Hi, Handsome! Can I get your number?" asked the girl. Her lips are very red. "What's your name?" said the one with makeup on her face. "I'm Charmaine; what's your name?" Dahlia came closer and held her husband's arm. "Love, who are they?" Dahlia asked him and raised an eyebrow. "Some fishes in the ocean, Love." Her husband said, laughing. The girls were surprised and snorted. "Sorry, girls, I'm off limits. I'm married already." He showed his hand with a wedding ring. "And this beautiful girl beside me is my wife."

“ I've been trying to call you, Dominique sent in some divorce papers and the will states that the property is now in his name! What are you going to do? You're not going to divorce him right? Right?” I smiled more of a cold smile than a friendly one. “ I'll be there tomorrow, inform Dominique, I want him there when I sign it as for the will… I don't care he can have it.” “ But yo-you worked so hard for this!” “ I know, but he made his choice and I made mine and also prepare some marriage certificates, I and my husband will be there tomorrow.” “ Husband!? What?!!” “ Bye!!” “ Gen? wait! Don't—” I ended the call, handing the phone back to Charles.

The very highly finished mahogany table was cold on my trembling hands. My relatives were seated in front of me, faces twisted into practiced complacency, the smiles strained, set on the parents of my so-called 'bride-to-be.' It was one of those situations you view out of a history film, the only difference being we were greeted with the dignified silence of an upper-class dining room instead of a quill and parchment. An arranged marriage. The words still echoed in my mind as a grim joke.

" Wait! She is not your actual wife is she? You wouldn't have agreed to marry me if you were already married. I mean our engagement is around the corner so she's just some workplace distraction right?” " No!” I tell her stepping forward. I reach around my neck for the necklace where I placed my ring. I take it off and wear it on my finger before raising it up so everyone can see. " Ever since I came back, I tolerated your insults, but no more.I am Leina Moretti, wife of Damien Moretti, and yes all the rumours about us are true.” The gasp that runs through the crowd is sharp enough to cut an apple. Guess not everyone expected the reject to be the wife of the legendary Damien Moretti.

Damien screamed in pain and sat down with his hands between his legs. Damien forgot his anger and just started roaming in pain. Seeing his condition, Natalie's anger calmed down after so long. Natalie washed her hands thoroughly and then looked at Damion and said, "Your thoughts are completely wrong about me. I am not a village girl, I was a village girl. Now my identity is Mrs. Center. The wife of the owner of Center Group and Corporation and you are the person who lives comfortably on my husband's money like a worm in the sewer.

Diane Their angered whispers were loud and clear, the look of disgust in their eyes were too prominent as they regarded me on their way out, but they couldn't make a single move on me because the truth remained that I was bound in marriage to their Alpha now. So still standing in front of the wedding venue, I heaved a pent up sigh and eventually cast a dreadful stare down at the sparkling wedding dress I was currently in along with the silver band wrapped around my finger. I still couldn't believe I was married to Axel Ivankov, that I Diane was now his wife,even after everything.

Tears threatened to spill as she recalled how Aiden had called for her to pass the beans, and how Asher had ordered her to serve them first before she could even think about eating. In that moment, she felt utterly alone and invisible. The laughter and joy around her only amplified her own pain. She had watched as the other women were fed by their husbands, their eyes sparkling with love and affection. It was a stark contrast to her own reality—where Asher treated her like a burden rather than a partner.

Her eyes immediately landed on me, then dropped to my dress. “Fuck,” she muttered in disbelief. “Are those real diamonds? Did you even meet Damon before? Why would he marry trash like you?” Her words burned, but I remained silent. Before I could respond, Britany entered behind her, holding an elegant necklace box in her hands. “Lower your voice,” Britany snapped. “If Damon hears you, all of us will be dead.” Mariana scoffed. “Mom, are you serious?” she protested. “Damon can’t possibly become Reina’s husband. This is ridiculous.”