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.

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.

She has no idea you promised to protect me forever. Owen's expression darkened as he ended the call. "Delete your post immediately," he ordered. "I'm not taking it down, Owen. The wedding is next week." My grandmother, Tania Holt, was seriously ill. She had always wondered why Owen and I hadn't tied the knot yet, given how stable our relationship appeared from the outside. The truth was, he had long since promised himself to another woman. Continuing to date me was already the greatest act of charity he could offer. I was supposed to be deeply grateful for it.

Keerthi welcomed the intimacy with her husband,her hand moving gently in Vikram's hair, acutely aware of her husband inside her. She felt overwhelmed with all the love she felt for her husband. "I Love You." Vikram smiled lifting his head up from his wife's chest,placing a kiss on her moist breast, licking through the valley of her breasts,"I Love You too." Keerthi winced when her husband pulled away,her insides throbbing in pain. She felt full as long as her husband was inside her,so when her husband pulled away,she felt weirdly empty. She blushed when she saw her husband discard the used condom.

He kept replaying last night’s conversation — her soft voice, her calm gaze, her unfeigned smile. He closed his eyes, and for a brief moment, he was young again — back in the days when Almira was still alive, when love had been simple and pure. A knock at the door. Damien entered, holding a folder, but stopped when he saw his father’s distracted look. > “Dad, are you okay?” Damien asked carefully. Argan sighed. “I… met someone last night. That woman… she’s like— she is Almira.” Damien frowned. “Almira? You mean… your first love?”