Novel & Cerita Casados Sin Mas

Ximena sighed. “That's a lack of confidence; here I am to serve you, my elegant damsel.” Diego took her hands. “I wish everything was so simple. Many times, a couple who has known each other for years gets married, and a few days later they get divorced. They realize that they are not like that. What will happen to a couple of strangers who, in madness, decide to get married, like in Las Vegas?” Ximena expelled wisdom.

“Ah, nice to meet you Signor, I am Cassey Maharlika.” “Cassey Maharlika, the Court Amara case?” Ah right, Cassey thought. There is no way they would not know. She was supposed to speak but suddenly… “NOW!” Both were startled by the signor’s abrupt raise in his voice. “Cao Fernandez, and Cassey Maharlika…” Cai changed his name again. “… I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” Suddenly? Without any further ado? “You may now kiss the bride.” “Wait, kissing is a bit…”

She looked at her and blinked her eyes. Casey nods quickly and said, "Yes. You're right. We're both strangers if we didn't meet before, Niccolo. You wouldn't know us. And for sure, you'll marry the woman you really love next month. You'll be happy with her unlike your situation right now. You were forced to marry the woman you don't love. I can't imagine you'll endure the pain of marrying the woman you really don't love," Casey said with a frown on her face while she looked at him seriously.

The master suite is just as elegant as the rest of the house with a king-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean outside, and a bathroom with a freestanding tub large enough to drown in. Massimo strolls past me, tossing his sunglasses onto the dresser. “Problem?” “You know there’s a problem.” I answer in a clipped tone. He arches a brow at me. “The bed’s big enough for four people to share and I don’t snore. Hopefully, you don't as well. So what exactly is the issue?” “The issue is pretending that this is normal!” I gesture wildly between us. “I don’t know if you're aware but we’re not actually married, Massimo. We’re two strangers stuck in a contract, and now we're not onl

he said, throwing a file my way. I went through the file and found out that Mason was stripped of his license a long time ago in Canada because he became obsessed with a married woman, drugged her, and made her pregnant. The name of the woman is Mavis... This is the same woman who always disrespects my wife. What game is Mason playing? I look at the two newfound family favorites and smirk.

After all, Massimo knew something Tyler didn't—though someone else had tricked Massimo, the Mafia King had only ever legally been married to one woman. "You better have proof if you're going to make any claim," Massimo replied coolly. "And if such a rumor arose, anyone could check my marriage information—it's a public record, after all. And that record will state I've only ever been married to one woman: Elena Vitale." Massimo placed his hand on the balcony door. He was not surprised Tyler still wouldn't let him have the last word. "It's strange to see you in love, Don Massimo," Tyler called after him. "But I wish all the best, and I hope the two of you don't get into too many fights. Nothin

“Get that away from me. I don't want anything from you.” Tears kept falling, blurring his face—that smug grin, those dark eyes raking over my naked body like I was meat. Cristian sighed, like I was being a stubborn kid. He set the spoon down and leaned back, crossing his arms. “Fine, starve if you want. But while you're at it, let me tell you what's been happening out there. I'm married now. To Marisol. Tied the knot yesterday. Big ceremony, the whole cartel showing up. Andrade was there too, the idiot.”

I’m not a man of preacher of love. Richey came with his wife, Jessica. Yes, you read that sentence right. Richey got married. He didn’t follow the world’s calling and go gay although he’s legit still hitting on my man. Jessica is a free spirit like him so there isn’t ever a dull moment with them. Luke is scared of them though it probably has to do with the fact that they’re always yelling around him. My handsome little baby no like no stress.

This continued until we graduated. Old Mrs. Langham found out about me and called me uncouth, which led to Ian refusing to return to the Langhams. He insisted on working part-time with me while we lived together in a rented basement, and we fell in love. Ian's migraine started when we were living together in that basement. I learned the art of massaging to help him soothe his migraine, and it worked miraculously on him. Ian used to say that this was the power of true love because the Langhams had hired the best doctors to treat him, but to no avail.

“Damien.” “Huh?” “Can I say something to you?” Damien stared at me for a while as if he was guessing what I would say next. “O-Of course.” I looked down as I started speaking. “Actually, Massimo married me, not because he loves me. We didn’t marry each other because we love each other.” “W-What?”