Feyre Wedding Ring

At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"

At first the marriage was fine. Everything became warm, the wounds from Ainayya Hikari Salvina's past gradually began to heal. But the warm marriage was suddenly hit by a wave. Breaking a trust and making him leave the house that has taught the meaning of a harmonious family. Then can Albara Demian Dominic, the perpetrator of the destruction, repair the household that has made him heal from events in the past? Can Albara heal the wound he gave his wife? Let's see how Albara travels in pursuit of his wife's love back.

After Marco broke up with her, she no longer knew what to do. She did everything to forget her ex-boyfriend quickly, but she didn't expect that one day she would just wake up marrying an unknown man. Will Rui help Hani erase all the painful memories left by Marco?

Harusnya, impianku menikah dengan pria yang mapan dan tampan. Nyatanya, aku malah menikah sama duda beranak satu. Iya, sih, suamiku mapan dan tampan. Tapi, mendiang istrinya nggak harus nempel terus di hidup kami dong! Emang aku lebih buruk dari mendiang istri suamiku, ya? Apa iya aku nggak pantes gantiin posisi perempuan yang udah meninggal itu? Ah, ternyata, menikah dengan duda tampan dan mapan itu ribet!

"Obsesiku yang ingin menjadikanmu seutuhnya miliku justru mengikatku pada takdir yang lain." Rengganis Prabakusuma seorang sekretaris cantik yang cerdas sekaligus kekasih diam-diam seorang CEO Wedhatama Group Javindra Wedhatama sudah tiga tahun menanti pengakuan. Namun statusnya yang hanya seorang sekretaris membuat keluarga besar Wedhatama menolak mentah-mentah kehadiranya sebagai kekasih Javin. Putus asa, Rengganis merancang skenario untuk menjebak Javin dengan malam yang tak akan pernah terlupakan. Tapi rencananya berakhir kacau saat laki-laki yang berada disampingnya setelah mengalami malam yang memabukan ternyata bukan Javin, melainkan adiknya, Druwenda Wedhatama. Satu malam yang salah dengan orang yang salah menjadikan pernikahan rahasia yang mengubah segalanya. Kini Rengganis harus menerima takdirnya sebagai seorang istri sah dari adik kekasihnya sendiri. Mereka sepakat menyembunyikan status mereka dari semua orang bahkan Javin itu sendiri. Haish... takdir macam apa ini? Bagaimana bisa ia justu menikah dengan seseorang yang justru paling ia jauhi, Lelaki yang tidak sedikitpun ia cintai. Tapi... apa jadinya ketika hati mulai goyah? Dan sang suami justru menjadi orang yang benar-benar melindunginya lebih dari yang ia kira. Happy Reading ❤️ DILARANG KERAS PLAGIAT Regard ❤️ Cadiz Eitrama ©®Mei 2025

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

A young woman falls for the young billionaire he works for as a maid. After being saved from a deadly car crash, a billionaire offers a young poor woman to work in his house as his maid but fate has other plans for them.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

Siapa sangka, liburan yang awalnya terasa begitu menyenangkan tiba-tiba berubah menjadi sebuah bencana? Tiba-tiba Tante Ariane dan Om Frank melamarku untuk dinikahkan dengan Aldert, anak angkat mereka. Kami sedang berlibur di Brussel waktu itu terjadi, mengacaukan daya kerja otak, jantung dan pernapasanku secara total. Menjajah kebahagiaan yang selama hampir satu bulan kudapatkan di Netherlands, tentu saja. Merubah istilah holiday menjadi broken day. Apakah aku tidak berusaha untuk menolak? Sudah. Mati-matian bahkan, dengan mengerahkan seluruh kekuatan jiwa dan raga. Tapi mereka ditambah dengan Mama justru semakin gigih untuk mengalahkan pendirianku. Oh, sebenarnya aku mengalah---pada akhirnya---karena Batik tak merespon sama sekali ketika aku berterus terang dan meminta pendapatnya. "Jadi, gimana ini, B?" tanyaku setengah menjerit di saluran telepon yang tak bisa dikatakan jernih, "Aku harus gimana, apa yang harus aku lakukan?" Klik, tut tut tut, tuuuttt! Dia malah memutuskan saluran telepon yang sangat berarti dalam hidupku saat itu. Ujungnya, dalam kebingungan yang semakin memuncak ke langit, aku meminta pendapat Uta. "Jangan bodoh kamu, Hill!" Uta mengingatkan dengan ketegasan level tinggi saat aku mengakui kalau tak enak dengan Batik, "Ingat, kesempatan emas tak datang untuk yang ke dua kalinya. Menikahlah dengan Aldert dan berbahagialah, Hill!"