Enamorar A Mi Esposa Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe I should let her go, set her free from me, from this cage. But then I picture it her laughter spilling out for someone else, her smile lighting up another man’s face and something primal claws at my chest. The thought alone is unbearable. I would gut any man who dared to claim her joy. I am the only one allowed to make her laugh. To make her cry. My chest tightens, but my voice comes out calm, deliberate, every word forged like iron. “Prepare yourself, Isa. We’re getting married. You’ll be my wife.”

First- I need to make love to my wife and let her know how much I love her. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

I can hardly believe it: Halle is my wife, my beautiful, sexy and strong wife. I have to wake her, though; we have numerous appointments and engagements to get through. We have to be seen together, we have to announce our marriage, her father’s death, our impending takeover and plan Jose’s funeral. "Despierta mi querida esposa! Es hora de mostrarle al mundo que eres mía!” (“Wake up, my darling wife, it’s time to show the world you are mine!”) I say to her after trying to nudge her awake without success.

She coughs lightly, trying so hard to force out a fake solid smile to cover up the anger so evident in her eyes. Her brows moved upward, her hands sliding down slowly to rest on her waist. “I’m your wife so it shouldn’t matter if it’s not a request.” Her words get me good, her acceptance making my insides settle down a bit. But it was a battle trying to convince myself that I didn’t want to see how wide her hips were, as I followed every of her movements closely. “And no don’t flatter yourself, six months with you is enough torture for a lifetime.” Her face moved up with a frown, looking at me like I was the first comedian she’s met and a bad one at that.

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.

he whispered tugging me to his body. I like how he call me raspberry, it ignite something in me. i don't know if he will reciprocate my feeling but one thing I know is that I'm in love with him, I've fallen deeply for Marwan, my husband.

"A man who is also very protective of me, so why would I be so scared?" The way her eyes bore into mine, it gave me strength and confidence I didn't know I needed. This woman was making me feel so much emotions in a few minutes than I've ever felt in years. With every passing day, I realize just how much she means to me. She is mine, my bride, my own. "Bésame, esposa. I want you to kiss me."

She whispered, "I loved being held in your arms the way you held me." He framed her cheeks, "I loved holding you like that too. Here in Naturiah, we get really touchy with our mate. I might not have mated you, Ismena, but you are still my mate. I enjoy putting my hands on you. It's like coming home." Her heart flipped over. In that moment, Ismena realized she'd fallen so hard for this male.

"Nothing else in this world compares to you, Kayla. Now that you've worn this bracelet, you're mine forever." My first feeling for him began under that tree when I was twelve. At sixteen, I became his wife. And before I even reached nineteen, it felt like I had already lived through an entire lifetime of hardship. Now I was nineteen, and it felt like it was finally time to wake up. Whatever connection we once had was over. Both of them were now staring directly at the bracelet on my wrist. That was when I realized what I had to do, and I quickly tried to take it off.

Selene's POV: Today is a day filled with joy, a warmth that settles deep in my heart for my husband, Kasamaan. The way he loves me—fierce, consuming, like I’m his whole world—makes everything worth it. I’d do anything for him, for our love, for the life we’ve built. I don’t know how long we’ve been married—time blurs when you’re this happy—but it doesn’t matter.