Novel & Cerita Is Sacred Riana Married

he stopped halfway and the camera panned towards Naya “What are doing” she let out an awkward laugh “My beautiful wife here made it happen,” Leon said, his voice filled with pride. “She did what the doctors said was impossible. I’m forever grateful to her.” He added How was that possible? From what I knew she was a college dropout so how? “He just called her his wife,” one person said “How long have you guys been married?” “Naya Genrey, how did you meet” they all rambled trying to get pictures of them

"I didn't know you'd picked up the habit of carrying tramps around like the others do." Only she laughed. The sound landed heavy in the quiet that followed. Mason stared down at his drink. Liam's gaze darted between them, jaw tight. Christian cleared his throat, but no words came. "I'm his wife," Alice said evenly, a smile playing on her lips as she tilted her hand to let the light catch on her ring. The word seemed to punch a pause into Greta's expression. "I'm afraid my husband hasn't spoken about you," Alice went on smoothly, "but I've seen you in a few movies."

Misha looked ready to burst, his pride near exploding under the pressure of hundreds of judging eyes turning towards our little scene. "How dare you!" Misha took a step forward to press a finger into Connor's hard chest. "I've never betrayed my marriage. Ariana is my one and only wife. Speaking of which," he snarled at Connor, spittle flying from his lips, "What is your relationship with MY wife?" "We don't have a relationship," Connor countered. "I at least have some honor. I wouldn't get involved with a married woman. I'm not a homewrecker."

I'm pissed that I'm leaving him making out with that bitch. I hate those two! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ The next day, I go visit Riana who just had a baby, Jacob. She's going through a lot of drama with her failing marriage and a new kid added to the drama. And all I can do as her best friend is be there for her when she needs me, and just be her support system. She's been kind of the person to lean on through most of my hard times and I must be there for her now that she needs me.

Other times, they would lock every door so she could watch them have sex. They would moan loudly so Riana could get turned on but she would insert her earpiece to listen to music. Sometimes, she stylishly watched them but ensured they never caught her in the act. It got too much for her that she almost begged for a threesome. It was then she knew she had to get married so she couldn't fornicate around with radom guys. She had no one in mind yet, besides, her foster parents kept pestering her to get married. It was unbearable for her so she waited for the perfect guy. She didn't want to make the mistake of falling for the wrong guy.

The ocean breeze lifted my veil, and my lips curved into a smile I couldn't hide. Right then, I felt like the happiest bride in the world. The priest asked, "Cynthia Palmer, do you take Arnold Greenwood to be your husband?" But someone's voice cut through the moment. "I object to this marriage!" It was rough, hoarse, and broken. Everyone turned to look. It was Bailey. He stumbled toward us in a wrinkled suit, his face unshaven, reeking of alcohol. He looked thinner, older—nothing like the confident man he used to be.

“Enough. I know you’re trying to protect your family, but don’t use me as your puppet.” The air froze. Dad blinked, startled. “What are you talking about?” Xavier’s gaze didn’t waver. “Mr. Beth, your daughter Yuri never married me. She ran away. That day, it was Layla who stood at the altar and spoke the vows.” The words detonated like a bomb. Dad’s face drained of color, then flushed deep red as his eyes snapped to me, searching for denial. Mom’s hand clutched his arm desperately, whispering, “Please… don’t—”

"Look at yourself Rehan. You're the most eligible bachelor blessed with the perfect look and all the riches. Anyone would die to marry you but still at the age of twenty-seven, you're single. But I am not complaining, I am actually glad that you are single because if anyone deserves to be your wife then it's Mayra, only her." You're not getting Vishal, no one deserves to be the wife of a fucking Nightmare.

"Nolan Clemente, do you take Natalie Lawrence as your wife, to cherish and love, to protect and to be there for one another, if you do say 'I do'? " Nolan looked into my eyes as I imagined him taking off running, for the hills. But he surprised me "I do", he said as he squeezed my hand. "Natalie Lawrence, do you take Nolan Clemente to be your husband, to love and to cherish, to protect in all times if you do say 'I do'", the priest said as my it dawned on me. I would be trapped in a loveless marriage. Would I be safe, yes? And in the world, it's protection, not love.

He took his place at the podium, fingers brushing the edge of the microphone. “Thank you for coming,” he began, his voice deep, controlled, carrying easily over the room. “I won’t waste your time. You’re here because of rumors. Lies. Whispers dressed as facts.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. Lucian’s gaze swept the room, sharp enough to slice through the tension. “My marriage to Amara Hale is not a business transaction. It is not a contract for convenience, nor a spectacle for tabloids to dissect. My wife is not a pawn in anyone’s game.”