Casados Sin Mas Novels & Stories

* Andrea thought with furrowed eye brows as she was looking at Liam with a focused gaze. "Exactly, they were in love. Did they break up or someone else broke them up? Or wait…" Tanya suddenly paused and Liam took it from there. But the twins managed to say the same words with the same intensity in their time and the exact same pitch of their voice. "Are you in love with someone else while you are married to another?" They both said. "Don't scream Tanya! Liam! You would get us in trouble." She said as she covered their mouths.

She looked sideways at Adrian, wondering how his prideful, secretive mind would navigate such a direct, humiliating question in front of the entire valley. Marcus Vance smiled slightly, raising his microphone an inch higher. "So tell us directly, Mr. Ramirez," the reporter pressed, his tone dripping with sharp challenge. "Is this marriage real? Or did you simply buy the last Duarte?" Marisol watched Adrian’s face, her breath trapped in her chest. Adrian did not flinch. He did not blink, look away, or pause to carefully choose his words. Without a single beat of hesitation, he reached down, took Marisol’s gloved hand, and laced his fingers tightly through hers, pulling her close to his side.

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

. 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."

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

ANAYA “Good morning, everyone. I just wanted to address the ongoing rumours about my husband's infidelity, and I want to assure everyone that they're absolutely not true. Ms. Emerson is only a family friend, and the media has exaggerated innocent gestures. Please respect our privacy and be warned that if you continue to write about these baseless rumors, you will hear from our lawyers. My husband and I are very much in love and are happy.” I sipped my juice as I watched the repeat of yesterday's press briefing. I wasn't sure it would work, but Nash must have thought it through because the stocks went up in value a few minutes later.