Novel & Cerita Husband And Wife Romance

“Yes, of course. Hello again. It’s nice to see you both.” The elder Romano inclined his head with a thin-lipped smile that made my skin crawl. My eyes caught movement when Kilian’s lips curled in a amusing smirk. But he didn’t say anything. He just watched me with that indecipherable look in his pale eyes. "As you are aware, our families have a long-standing history," Papa mentioned. "And our relationship has had its moments of disagreement." What Papa was implying was that Antonio Romano was a prospective father-in-law and Stefan, his son, would soon be my husband. "To unite our families, we have agreed to a marriage." My heart quickened as I anxiously waited for his continuation. He gestur

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

"And I promise, you will never have a reason to regret this decision." Damon chuckled darkly. Call him stupid, but he already regretted the marriage, and everything in between, even down to this conversation they were having. Giving the woman hope of a blissful marriage that might never actually exist. Wasn't he just a sore loser? "Well, getting over those sore talks, would you hurry up and come make me a nice little breakfast?" He held her waist, and put his chin on her shoulder. Riya giggled at his behavior. "Of course. It's my duty as your wife to satisfy all your desires." She pledged.

I'm glad nobody knows that we seek to make each other suffer. After setting the table, I called in the minister and my husband. "I can see now that you guys are in a springtime of love." The minister's wife said. "What's the springtime of love?" The minister asked. "It's a season when couples can't stop pouring out their love." She answered. "Venessa told me about it." Martin held my hand. I wanted to push his hand away but I smiled at the minister and his wife. "Venessa, what do you like most in your husband?" The minister's wife asked.

continued Dika, who received a serious look from Eka. "Heum, I don't think so, Om. We ..." "What are we, honey? We just did that, after two weeks of marriage? Then, what does it matter? Well, who knows, God, you already believe, right?" "Yes, Om," Eka replied briefly and she leaned her head back on Dika's shoulder. *** How romantic this couple is. The wife is spoiled, while the husband is understanding.

Adhyayan, who was admiring his wife hugged her from behind and whispered, “I love you, my Precious wifey. We will form a beautiful rainbow of our lovely emotions as we will grow together.” Anvesha turned to him with passion in her eyes and smiled as she confessed, “I love you too, my adorable husband. We will definitely enjoy every moment of our life together.” Adhyayan smiled as he whispered, “You know, I always fantasized of kissing my wife high up in the air”, and slammed his bow-shaped lips onto her rose-petal like ones. The romantic kiss thousands of meters above the ground promised togetherness and undying love of Adhyayan and Anvesha for each other.

Her voice trembled with tenderness as she whispered, “I love you, my husband.” He pulled her against him so tightly she could feel the thunder of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. “And I—” his voice cracked, filled with reverence, “I love you far more, my sweet, beautiful wife. You’ve made me the happiest man alive.” Later that night, the library became a sanctuary bathed in soft lamplight and the silvery glow of the moon spilling through the tall windows. The distant hum of the house, family laughter fading into night felt like another world entirely. Here, there was only the quiet, the warmth, and the unspoken promise of love that bound them.

“Leonardo Romano, do you take you Avena… I mean do you take Aurora Florence Russo to be your loving and faithful wife?” “I do” “And you Aurora Florence Russo, take Leonardo Romano to be your loving and faithful husband?” “I do” “By the power vested in me by the church, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride” Leonardo looked into his wife’s beautiful eyes and knew from that day onwards that she was always meant for him just as he was meant for her. And with one last action, Leonardo’s lips touched onto Aurora’s lips and just like that they knew that it was love.

On her way out, she was kicking and screaming about proving me wrong. I merely shook my head with a scoff, not taking her seriously. Two years later, I found true love with a young, talented pianist from a prestigious family. With Lynne’s blessing, we had the wedding of the century. Only at that moment did I realize that, since the beginning of time, true romantics often came from those born into privilege. A real connection could only be formed once material needs were met. Meanwhile, Krystal fell into despair when her seventh attempt to kickstart her business went bust. She took her life by stepping off the ledge. -END-