Casados Sin Mas Novels & Stories

“Welcome. I’m Marisol Santiago.” “My wife,” Miguel said, as I stepped forward to shake her hand. “This is my wife, Kaelis,” I said, introducing them. “And you’re pregnant. Congratulations,” Marisol said. “Shit, really, Saint? You only got married a week ago. What the fuck kind of super sperm do you have?” Diego’s words had us all laughing. “Marisol will take care of your wife. We have things to discuss,” he said and glanced at Navo. “But I can see that he will follow your wife.”

"As you know, my family is a minority partner in Casa Monter. And although our shares in the company aren’t that many, they are enough to destabilize it if we dissolved the partnership. That’s what my father wanted, but I didn’t. The only condition for us to remain in the company was that both families unite through marriage. Mario had completely disappeared—the half-brother you have, the one they have, well... my father is a little prejudiced. Even if he has the surname, he says he doesn’t have Monter blood. Emiliano was the only one available, and I accepted. Not only because I love Casa Monter, but because Emiliano has always been an incredible man. I’ve always liked him… becoming his wif

Scott's POV The room was a spacious suit with a romantic design made specially for couples, a king sized bed, a luxurious fireplace and a breathtaking ocean side view" If the situation was different right now I would have considered this a holiday, but the fact that I was on honeymoon with the woman I was legally married to still remained

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.”

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

he said. My chest tightened slightly. Not from pain. From anticipation. “I did have sex with Jackie in the past,” he continued, his voice steady, not defensive, not trying to soften it, just stating it as it is, “but that was it.” I held his gaze. Didn’t look away. Didn’t react yet. Because I needed to hear everything. “I never married her,” he added, his tone firmer now, like he wanted that part to be very clear, “but she claims her son is mine.”

He looks disgusted at me and I wondered why, was he also forced to get married like me? I was lost in thoughts during the whole readings of the priest only to be brought back by the question I dreaded today but I have no choice but to answer. " Pst..." I heard the groom calling out to me and I raised my head to look at him. The whole church seemed silent and I wonder why, I looked around to see everyone staring at me curiously. " Miss Rhea Madriguez, would you take Mr Emiliano Rodriguez as your lawfully wedded husband, in wealth and in poor, in sickness and in good health, till death do you part?" The priest repeated the question and I took a sharp intake of breath.

I even saw rose petals scattered across the bed in the last picture. How romantic and thoughtful of him. If I had been foolish enough to question him, he would've said the caption was about friendship or rebuked me for being jealous of Yasmine. Eanes and I had been married for three years. Yet, not once had he ever made our relationship public. Now, not only was he spending our anniversary with another woman, but he was doing so in the most public way possible and declaring his love for her. Clenching my phone, I let out a bitter laugh. As I laughed, I suddenly made up my mind. I liked, commented, and shared his tweet, wishing them a wonderful time together.

Damon's POV 《Flashback》 “Do you have your wedding vows ready?”, Matt asked me while we were sitting in the in balcony of my hotel room, getting drunk at my so-called bachelor party I rose my eyebrow at him. “What for?” He chuckled, holding the beer bottle to his mouth. “It's your wedding tomorrow” “Wedding vows are for people who are actually in love Matt, my case with Layla is completely different”, I looked at the sky above, and I could hear them snickering

A month before my fiance, Dante de Rossi, and I were supposed to get married, he insisted on having a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. I refused to agree to it, but he kept bringing it up every single day and stubbornly tried to persuade me. It was as if he were presenting a business deal that had to be accepted. Half a month before the wedding, I received an envelope from an anonymous sender. It contained a pregnancy report from a private hospital in Manhorne.