I Married My First Love Novels & Stories

Each held a cup of warm tea in her hands, while the gentle afternoon breeze carried the fragrance of flowers from the same garden where Devan had once pampered Alexa throughout her pregnancy. "Sometimes, I still can't believe we made it this far, Alex," Valeria said softly, her gaze drifting toward Mike, who was happily playing with their son. "When I think back on it, my marriage to Mike really started out of obligation. I even thought I would never be able to love him." Alexa turned toward her, smiling gently at her best friend's confession. "But now?" Valeria let out a long breath, but this time, a happy smile adorned her face, so different from the fear that had once constantly haunted h

And I believed it, thinking his feelings for Eve were nothing more than pity. But the moment she returned, he changed. He left me nine times for her. And when he heard she was set to marry Ryland, he dragged her to the city hall and tied the knot with her before anyone could stop him. Their marriage announcement was met with well wishes, with commenters calling them "childhood sweethearts" and "the perfect match". And as for me, I was simply discarded. Maybe his love for me had changed, or he might never have loved me at all. All I could do was laugh bitterly and lament at why he had sought me out in the first place if his heart had always belonged to someone else.

I had no idea how long he’d been waiting or what he wanted, but if I could, I would’ve chosen to never see him again. Yet, he blocked my path. "Ruby, let’s get married. This wedding gown is custom-made. It cost a fortune. Let me make it up to you, okay?" He held up a pristine designer wedding gown, looking at me with desperate eyes. I stepped back, putting some distance between us. "I’m already married," I said calmly, holding up my hand to show off the sparkling diamond on my ring finger, flashing him a bright smile. He froze, stunned. "But you’ve only known him a short while. We were together for five years. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?"

I asked. He nodded slowly. "I don’t want you to end up like me, Lexi. You are lucky that your first love came back to you, so don’t waste the opportunity," he said, confusing me further. "What do you mean by that?" I couldn’t help but ask. Papa sighed deeply again. "Your mother was my first love. She was my girlfriend in high school, but we broke up when her family moved away. Back then, there were no cell phones or the internet, so we lost contact.

I quickly hugged her. "I'm fine." "Nothing happened." She pulled away and cupped my face. "You work to live, child." "You don't live to work." A lump formed in my throat. "I'm sorry." She sighed. "Come inside." "I made your favourite dinner." A smile finally returned to my face. "You're the best." "I know," she replied proudly. "But don't think dinner means you're forgiven." I laughed for the first time that day.

My wife, Monica, hated the smell of alcohol, so I had never once seen her drink. Not even at the celebration for my succession as Don did she touch a single drop. That changed at a Family banquet, when a party game broke out halfway through. Monica lost. The penalty: sit on the lap of your one true love and share a lovers' toast. Without a second of hesitation, she picked up her glass, settled onto Dillon's lap, and drank it down. The room erupted in cheers, and every pair of eyes turned to me with the same expectation. They were waiting for me to flip the table and storm out. But I just watched Monica in silence, slid the ring off my finger, and placed a set of divorce papers in front of he

They're celebrating their wedding. Charles was the first man I loved. The first man to make me climax. The first to teach me true passion. Sadly, it never worked out. But as we locked eyes with each other, even briefly, I realized that it wasn't a lack of passion we were separating. He parted his lips and blinked twice, untied his tie and mouthed my name. My nipples tightened at once and although I had not worn underwear that night, hoping to bone some random bloke senselessly, I threw that idea out of the window. Maybe I would dive headfirst back into something profound and deep once again.

I was scared her head would hurt. " Yes. I will marry you, Ellis Carter." I put the ring on her slender finger and got up to kiss her. I devoured her lips, every part of her. I wanted her so badly. We pulled away when we were out of breath. " I love you, baby," " I love you," Love was the perfect woman for me. My first love. My last love. My forever love. " My boyfriend, my mate," she whispered, cupping my face.

After the crash, I lost my memory. The only thing I remembered was that I'd spent six years with my childhood sweetheart, Silas Voss. But Silas insisted that I had it all wrong. My real boyfriend was his illegitimate half-brother, Elias Voss. I refused to believe him and clung to Silas. Then Elias stopped me and pulled out a recording. Silas's voice was cold and casual. "Ione is coming home soon. She's the only one I love. Seraphina hurt her head in the crash. You know everything about us, so just tell her you're her boyfriend. You're my brother. You can do this for me, can't you?" That was when I learned the truth. Silas had been in love with another woman all along. I was just the chil

Camilla Sterling catches her fiancé cheating with his best friend and escapes to a bar, where she spends one reckless night with a mysterious older man. The next morning, she discovers he's Damien Blackwell—her fiancé's father. Before they can bury their secret, footage of them entering a hotel leaks, threatening Damien's billion-dollar deal and Camilla's reputation. His solution? A contract marriage. Now she's living under the same roof as the man she should never have touched, pretending their marriage is fake while fighting an attraction that was never part of the contract.