Amor Después Del Matrimonio Novels & Stories

"She stole my design drafts, she's playing the pity card everywhere, making it seem like I'm the villain bullying her. But in reality, all of you believed..." "Fine, I give up. Since none of you care about me, why should I care about you? I'm married now, my husband's name is Brendan. He treats me really well, and yes, I... I've fallen in love with him." I felt a slight stiffness in "Damon's" body, and he immediately reached out to hug me. I panicked and grew furious, pushing him away forcefully. "What are you doing? I warn you, don't touch me!"

Amora interrupted and the angry expression on Eduardo’s died off. “What?” His face turned placid. “I’ve never been married before. And I’m not sick.” Amora continued, “Who told you that I was married and sick?” She asked with a bewildering expression covering her face. Eduardo let her go softly with his mouth hanging open, “So you mean to tell me that you were not married and you’re not sick.” Eduardo said, his voice still laced with disbelief. Amora nodded, “Yes and I was Antonio’s mistress but not anymore.” Eduardo stepped back shaking his head, “Eduardo, are you okay?” She came towards him but he backed away.

“You gave me a son. You gave me a second chance. You gave me a reason to be better than I was.” Tears filled Ariana’s eyes. “You showed me what real love looks like. No games. No manipulation. Just honesty and truth. And I’ll love you for the rest of my life.” They kissed, and applause erupted. Amelia stood nearby with Leo and Alejandro, clapping with tears in her eyes. She felt happiness for her best friend. Genuine, pure happiness. Even if her own marriage was still a mess. Alejandro stood stiffly beside her, keeping up appearances. Legally married, living in the same penthouse, but separate rooms, separate lives, talking only about Leo when necessary.

"That's what matters now. Not how long it took." I thought about the whole difficult shape of the past eighteen months, the wedding, Maya's cruelty, the board reviews, Danforth, Carter, the second will, Elena's slow, careful reunion with Victor, Stacy's surgeries, and finally, after everything, this quiet terrace, this settled family, this child growing steadily toward a life none of us could have predicted from where we'd all started. "I love you," I told her, the words arriving easily now, unrehearsed, exactly the way Rebecca had once promised they eventually would.

he asked She sighed before replying, “It is said that no matter how much your husband loved you before marriage, they all change after marriage, they want their wives to cook for them, clean for them, do the laundry, have babies, then cook, clean and wash for the babies too , the romance flies out of the window and ...,” she blabbered on.

They both laughed before Rebecca gave Vincent a quick peck and turned to walk away with her. “Just wait until my mother is gone, Mi Amore,” he shouted after her making her blush. Vincent chuckled as he walked to his office. He couldn’t help but think about what he wanted to do with her later. There was something about being married that made him crave her more than he had before which he thought was impossible. “There you are, Figlio,” his father stood from the chair he had been waiting for him on. “How was the little honeymoon?” He clapped him on the shoulder.

The memories of how she saved and hugged James weren't even the most bothering moments, but the fact that drooled over him. The thoughts of his wet arms wrapped around her and his unmatched alluring wet body had been lingering so strongly in her mind. No matter how hard she tried to get those images out, they just kept returning. Although she knew it was wrong to think of someone whom she believed to have hurt her so much in that manner, she couldn't help it. As she stared at the purple-colored ceiling, her mind drifted to the memories of their passionate sex life during their past marriage. Amanda's lips parted slightly and her eyes closed gently as she recalled how James would gently take

he asked, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm to ensure her comfort. “Mmm… yeah, baby,” Hazel moaned, her tone filled with satisfaction. “I love you,” Alex whispered, his movements tender and deliberate. “I love you too,” Hazel replied, her voice trembling with emotion as they shared their intimate moment. *Later That Night* The villa was quiet, its heavy silence mirroring the unease that lingered after the events of the evening. Alex sat in his wheelchair by the window, staring out into the darkness. His mind churned with thoughts of vengeance, strategy, and the future.

Her fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary against his stubbled skin. "Ah, I see. And was that just an excuse to touch me?" Luca's voice had dropped lower, sending a shiver down her spine. She pulled her hand away quickly. "Of course not." "No? But I am your husband, after all." He leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with intent. Melanie stiffened. "Don't push your luck, Luca. We agreed there would be no romance." "Did we? I seem to recall you were the one who said there would be no romance...yet." His gaze dropped meaningfully to her lips. "Admit it, you're already longing for the consummation, aren't you?"

No possession games, just mutual love and pleasure. The week continued with more tender and playful moments, solidifying their bond. Three months later, they held an intimate but lavish wedding. Elara’s mother, now in remission, walked her down the aisle. Vows were heartfelt, no longer bound by paper but by genuine love. The honeymoon suite overflowed with roses. Damien carried her over the threshold, stripping her gown slowly. Their final night of passion blended everything they had become—possessive thrusts, tender caresses, multiple varied positions, and declarations of love with every shared climax until dawn.