Casados Sin Mas Novels & Stories

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

Not with him. I exhaled, “ Fine,” he smirked, “ keep your partners but it should private— I don't want to be tagged a fool twice for not knowing about my husband's affair,” Husband… a word I never imagined calling Kaden Petrović. I moved to the next line. “ And the date nights every Friday? Is that necessary?” “ Very…” He drawled, “ We're a couple. We should at least act like it.” I hated that he right so I didn't push it.

Zane’s voice followed, low, patient, and still too attractive for a man sitting on the floor teaching a three-and-a-half-year-old about gravity. I lounged on the couch, legs stretched out, TV remote in one hand and a slice of watermelon in the other. Maritza sat beside me, a green face mask making her look like a glamorous alien. On the screen, a telenovela titled Lágrimas de Venganza showed a woman dramatically discovering that her long-lost twin was actually her husband. “Nice,” Maritza said, crunching on chips. “At least they were honest before the wedding.”

Her brothers were having a field day, telling jokes, embarrassing stories and fighting over the microphone at least Xavier and Matias were Ace and Diego pretended like they’d never seen them before. “i’m honestly happy to be here to see my little sister get married to the love of her life” Ace started when he was given the microphone “Camila is such a sweet girl, I cant say the same for Roman though, I’m glad that she’s found true happiness and I hope she never loses it”. everyone gushed at Ace’s words. Roman was laughing though. They spent the rest of the event dancing and eating. Camila was worn out by the time it was time to leave, they were going on a cruise, for their honeymoon and she

“Willing po ang pagpapakasal niyo ni Mr. Vergara. Well, ‘yung kina Mama…” “Hindi fixed marriage ang kasal ni Maria at Sebastian, Matti.” Kumunot ang noo ko. “Po?” malungkot ang naging ngiti niya. “It’s just confusing for you but their marriage is their decision. Walang record ng fixed marriage ang pamilya niyo.”

The ninety-year-olds hardly received visitors after John retired, and both of them had the propensity to talk a wolf's ears off. Maria had been extra attentive last night, even initiating intimacy, something they hardly engaged in anymore, and Santos had left his mate sleeping peacefully this morning, while he used Camille's office to finalize his plans. His eldest daughter was currently sitting in the chair opposite him, the air humming with fury as she mulled over her latest discovery, and Santos couldn't blame her for being upset. After having to watch the woman he coveted being touched by another-even if it was her true mate- he could only imagine how Camille felt walking in on Shadow an

The threesome between Pathy, Stefan, and Alex had become permanent—an unbreakable union of dirty lust and carnal desires that eclipsed any remnant of a normal life. After the wild night at the hotel, where Pathy had been fucked until dawn, cocks wrecking her holes and cum splattered everywhere, she could no longer stand the farce of her marriage. Marcos, her boring husband and useless in bed, was left behind with a cold note: “I’m leaving. I’ve found someone who actually fucks me properly.”

Tatlong taon na akong kasal? Paano mangyayari iyon kung wala naman akong maalalang wedding? Wala akong maalalang proposal. Wala akong maalalang boyfriend. Hindi ko alam kung saan ginanap ang kasal at sino ang mga pumunta sa kasal? Hindi ko man lang nakita yung sarili ko, sa ayos na gusto ko. At higit sa lahat, wala akong maalalang asawa.

. I feel it. Feel how close you are.” He thrust harder. “Come for me, Emma. Come all over my cock.” The orgasm tore through me and I clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned, thrusts becoming erratic as he followed me over, burying himself deep. We stayed locked together, both gasping, hearts racing against each other. “Never letting you go,” he whispered. “Never.” SIX MONTHS LATER We were somewhere in South America. I’d lost track of exactly where after the fourth border crossing and the sixth set of fake IDs. The news still ran stories about us sometimes. The Great Escape. The Psychologist and the Killer. America’s Most Wanted. But they were looking in all the wron

"The wife and the ex becoming besties? I'm surprised Carl is so charming that he can have both together at the same time." "Maybe he just enjoys threesomes." "Poor Eric. His wife is someone else's sloppy seconds, and now, he's getting cheated on even after marrying her…" "You don't know the whole story. I mean, what would Eric realistically want from her? I bet she's useful as a bargaining chip against Carl to discuss who owns Racehorse Peak."