El Esposo Piadoso Novels & Stories

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

"From today forward all your problems and sorrows are mine and my entire happiness is yours. I will protect you like a shield from every evil of this world and hold you as mine in sickness and health." Unrivaled Espousal (Unmatched Wedding) the magic of vows.

I am stuck in that time, When our sights first collapsed, Our very first glance, That took me away to another world, The world full of colors and stars, The way you smiled at me, Took me for hours, We didn't know each other, But It felt like we were been together, For a very long time, This first love has everything to please, Do you feel the same for me. Harshal: what should I do now I'm m.stuck, he is nice and perfect husband material, but that stuff is stopping me to judge him still, no I can't be in a hurry, still. I have to talk with the champ also, and mostly dad, what are their opinions I need to know that also, it's a lifelong decision, and firstly I need to ask that after marriage I

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

It was evident that no one held much regard for Preston’s ugly-looking wife. So, his name was Leon. Luna repressed her excitement as she subtly observed him. He was indeed a striking and talented individual. His high-bridged nose and eyes, filled with an intense undercurrent, gave him a captivating aura. His expression was stoic and resolute, reminiscent of a lone wolf concealed in the shadows, distant and inaccessible. Luna couldn’t help but sigh. Among the three grandsons of Claudia, Leon was merely engaged, yet it was the second grandson, Preston, who was married first.

It was grand, it was flashy, it was famous but that was it. On the night when they were supposed to consummate their marriage, He was there in his study, researching some cures for his patients and projects. He never glances at his newly wedded wife once when she comes to call him to bed. The marriage has been a mistake at the very beginning, and now, Julian realises it has become a deadly trap She can never get out of.

She was once married. "Whoa!" He exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the paragraph that spoke about her marriage. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her ex-husband. He pulled the paper closer to his face, reread the information, and scoffed in disbelief. "Things are getting more interesting. Who would have thought the man she claimed was her stalker was her ex-husband?" He spurted out, smiling with his eyes.

Untouched by disaster. But the eyes that slide toward me are full of whispers. Aria’s here. Does she know? She looks beautiful… poor thing. Poor thing. I hear that one clearly. My hands shake. I lace them together behind my back so no one sees. Then I see him. Damon. My husband. He stands near the middle of the room, tall, strong, with that sharp jaw and cold, careful expression the world has always called “controlled.” I know better. Damon controls nothing when it comes to his senses. He hides them. He cages them. And sometimes… they break free.

“Honey, Wanda and her son suffered severe emotional trauma in that unfortunate marriage. Be kinder and stop making things difficult for them.” I was making things difficult for them? It turned out that one would laugh if one were utterly speechless. I looked at the man I had been married to for nearly ten years and, for the first time, I felt he was like a stranger to me. “Koah, I’ll ask you one last time. Do you only feel nothing but sympathy toward Wanda and her son?” Without the slightest hesitation, Koah raised his hand and swore to me. “Honey, I swear to you that I feel nothing else!”

"I was afraid you'd think I—" His lips met mine in a kiss that stole my words. When we parted, he gently pinched my cheek. "The only thing I think is that bastard hurt you. If not for him, I wouldn't have had to work so hard to win you over. But we found each other when it mattered." "Bella," he murmured, "we're perfect together. The ultimate power couple." A giggle interrupted us. Our son had been watching through his fingers before bounding over to join our embrace. "My turn for kisses!" he demanded, squeezing between us with outstretched arms.