Cerpen Nikah Muda Dengan Musuh Mga Nobela at Kwento

And just like that, with Julian Reyes in custody and two families breathing for the first time in twenty two years and a marriage that had started as a contract and become something neither of us had planned for — we went back to being opponents. The best kind.

she instructed them firmly. The head maid entered the room and announced, "Luna, here are your wedding gifts. The mating ceremony is scheduled for tomorrow." Startled, she sat up and asked, "What did you just say?" Confused, she listened as the maid continued, "The alpha doesn't want to delay any longer; it will be a small ceremony, nothing extravagant." Her complexion paled at the news. He hadn’t given her any time to process this decision; he was acting unilaterally. Without hesitation, she rushed out of her room, heading back to his, despite having just left.

"We'll buy a new one if you don't like it. Your husband always has money for you." She broke out with a smile. "My husband is the best!" Helen was stunned to see the sweet interaction between me and my wife. She burst out, "You're married!" I nodded. I showed her my family's ancestral ring on my wife's finger. "Yup. We met when I was out of the country for an observation trip a few years ago. It felt like we'd known each other for ages. It didn't take long for us to get together." Helen's heart broke. She was almost crying.

but at first I was hesitant about it but she further convince me so I agreed with her. I didn't know what she's trying to do with this but I would gladly help her get even with those two people who betrayed her . after we agreed she insists that we should sign a contract along with our terms and conditions with it so we can be clear with each and every details of this idea it was like I was having a meeting with a business partner she's so good at making people agree with anything she says with those plump and rosie lips of hers. So from this day went on she became my wife and I became her husband with no oat taking or exchange of rings on our finger the wedding I actually imagined of... a w

"One more thing. Congratulations to us for getting the money. They said they'd see us tomorrow so maybe I'll come early in the morning." Kenji head to a bar to meet up with his darn friends. Like what they always do, they are going to drink until their hearts' content. To him, this was a celebration with the money that had just been transferred to his bank account. But this money is not enough to set his plans to action. "Yo, bro! What's with that long face?" Eren questions, chuckling as he seated beside him. "Did the wedding gone right?" "Yeah, it went alright," he nonchalantly answered nursing on his bottle. "I married a lady who has a damn lover. And she married me because her boyfriend n

His blue eyes empty of everything except disappointment. "I'm done." He says it simply. "This marriage is over." The room tilts. The machines beep faster. Louder. "What?" "When you're recovered enough, we'll make it official. The rejection ceremony." He's already turning toward the door. Already leaving. "I'll have Beta Rowan draw up the paperwork." "You're rejecting me?" The words come out small. Broken. "Over this? Over her lies?" He stops. Doesn't turn around. "Over you trying to kill your own child, yes."

A group of younger socialites surrounded them, their voices high and eager. "You really are brave, Penelope," one girl said, sipping from a flute of champagne. "I don't think I could have handled the drama yesterday. You and Arthur clearly belong together." Penelope lowered her head, playing the role of the humble victim. "It was difficult, of course. But you can't help who you love. Scarlett... well, she’s always been very focused on business. I think she forgot that a marriage needs a heart, not just a contract."

"You want to know what it feels like to be wanted to be touched by someone who actually sees you." I should have moved his hand, but I didn't. "I'm married,” I said. "I don't care,” he replied. "My husband will kill you if he finds out,” I said. A loud laugh erupted from his throat. " Let him try.” "Elijah—" "Lara,” he said. His hand slid up my thigh, an inch just enough to make me gasp. "I'm not going to sleep with you. Not yet. Not until you ask me. Not until you beg."

Then the imam made a final supplication for them as he recited; (Allahummaj'al hadhal akta maymunan mubarakan waj'al beyna-huma ulfatan wa mahabbatan wa karara wa la taj’al beyna-huma nafratan wa fitnatan wa ferara. Allahumma allif baynahuma kama allafta beyna Adama wa Havva. Wa kama allafta beyna Muhammadin wa Khatija-tal-Kubra wa Aisha -tal umm-il muminin . Allahumma ati la-huma awladan salihan we umran tawelan wa rizkan wasian. Rabbana hab lana min azwajina wa zurriyatina qurrata ayunin waj’alna lil muttaqina imama. Rabbana atina fiddunya hasanatan wa fil akhirati hasanatan wa qina azabannar. Subhana rabbika rabbilizzati amma yasifun wa salamun alal mursaleen walhamdulillahi rabbilalameen