Novel & Cerita Hidden Marriage Novel Full

But his mind was somewhere else. One night, after the girls were asleep, I found him in the nursery. He was sitting in the rocking chair, staring at the crib. I sat on the floor next to him. I asked what he was thinking about. He said Grace. I waited. He said there was something he had not told me. Something about the marriage. I asked what marriage. He said he had married Grace. Years ago. In Vegas. Drunk. Stupid. They had annulled it a week later.

I felt loved and discarded at the exact same time. I let him continue, my hands gripping his shoulders as if I were drowning. I was chasing the ghost of the man he used to be, hoping that if I held on tight enough, the real Damian would return. We moved together in the dark, a five year habit of limbs and breath, but the intimacy felt hollowed out. It was a performance of a marriage that was already on life support. When he finally pulled back to look at me, his eyes were dark with a look I couldn't decipher. He kissed my forehead and pulled me into the crook of his arm.

*** Note: My other book "Heartbreaker wife " is completed on goodnovel app. If you like possessive man and toxic marriage with lots of steaminess. Then please give my book a try. Love Pia.

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

His tone was so hostile, that none of the three could even meet his eyes. “Next month, Celene and I will be getting married. After that, she’ll officially become a De Laruente. So, if you’re here to persuade me into collaborating with your company, you’d better start groveling for her forgiveness instead.” Jarred’s knuckles turned white as he struggled to understand the situation. Countless questions raced through his mind. How did Celene and Noah even know each other? And for how long? What was the nature of their relationship? Why would a wealthy billionaire like him marry an orphan? Were they truly in love?

Or slept in the same bed. The only time we truly spent together was when we were faking it for the charity galas and events. He flashed me loving smiles, whispered into my ear, held my hand on his lap. But the moment it was over, he’d return to the man that I knew from behind these walls. “I’m not ready to give up on this marriage, James. We made sacred vows to one another, and I intend on keeping them,” I glanced at the ground before looking back up. "Who is she to you and why do you feel such a need to please her?"

"You two are engaged. The board expects a wedding in three months. How are we going to make this work?" "We make it look real," Malachi said simply. "For three months, Zendaya and I pretend to be a couple. We attend events together, we're seen in public, we convince everyone that we're in love. After the wedding, we maintain the marriage for a reasonable period—a years, maybe—and then we quietly divorce. By then, Zendaya will have proven herself as CEO and her marital status won't matter anymore." “A years," I repeated numbly. "Unless you want to make it longer," Malachi said, looking at me. "But I figured you'd want out as soon as possible."

"Not done with him yet." She gave him a small look. "You always seem like you’ve got everything handled, but this seems like… a lot." Liam ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "It is. But that’s the price of power, Emily." For a moment, neither of them said a word. This marriage had started as nothing more than a deal, but now, there was something different—an unspoken connection, a tension lingering between them, just beneath the surface. Liam’s gaze dropped to her lips for half a second before he looked away. "You should get some sleep."

The unexpected revelation about her impending wedding left her stunned, and the realization that she was now bound to someone she barely knew filled her with a mix of fear and curiosity. In the privacy of her room, Aurora tried to steady her breathing, but her thoughts were in turmoil. The weight of his words echoed in her mind – "I own you," "Prepare for your wedding in the next four days." The gravity of the situation sank in, and she found herself caught between the mystery of her alpha and the uncertainty of the future.