Is The Perfect Marriage A Series Romane & Geschichten

So, don't you dare to come between Manik and me ", she looks at him in rage and leaves the room. Dhruv walks into the building, he opens the door with a key. He stepped inside the house and walk to the bedroom and look at the girl, the girl is his life. She is the love of his life, his peace, his solace. She is Saloni, she works as his secretary where he falls for her. But he can not marry her because she is an orphan and he knows his father will never agree to their relationship. He come to the conclusion, where he married her secretly and decided to marry the girl whom his father will like but for his namesake only. Then his father brings the proposal of Alya,his brother's girlfriend. He t

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

A perfect match, if that was even possible. Were their algorithms really capable of assembling the perfect fit? The whole concept of a ‘perfect fit’ in general had always seemed cliché to me. Certainly great fits and happy couples existed. I had seen proof of happy marriages between two people that worked great for each other. But they were never between two people as… particular… as myself. They were always between two nice and pleasant people, not a pair of sarcastic realists, whose best friends also happened to be extremely sarcastic. For a second I paused and chuckled at the idea of marrying Cora. There’s no doubt it would be intensely amusing, but we would drive each other up the wall.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

He remained standing, hands shoved into his pockets, his jaw tight like he was holding something back. His hesitation only made me more annoyed. “Say what you came here to say, Cole.” He looked at me then, and for the first time in hours, his eyes held that same intensity I was used to. That same pull that made it impossible to look away. “We’ve been doing this for months now,” he started. “And on the surface, it looks perfect. We work together like we own the world. We have sex like it’s the only thing keeping us alive. We laugh, we argue, we challenge each other. We live together like not entirely like strangers. We've got used to ourselves despite being forced into this marriage from the

The new house Isabella and Max moved into was located in a recently developed neighborhood, where only a few families had settled in so far. The whole area was quiet—too quiet. Only the sound of the wind rustling through the thick trees and the faint noise of distant engines broke the silence. That night, Isabella stood near the bedroom window, her eyes fixed on the glowing moon and the scattered stars above. Her gaze soon turned empty as her thoughts spiraled back to her marriage. “Dear God, why does my life have to be this complicated? Marriage used to mean everything to me—something sacred and real. Now it’s just an act. What did I do wrong? Am I really that terrible?” Isabella thought bi

Inez knew Risa's character very well. Allisya felt uncomfortable. Turns out, life after marriage wasn't as beautiful as she had imagined. Even though Inez and Andre were good in-laws, Grandma Risa's presence in the middle of her already shaky marriage—with all its various problems—made things even more complicated. But she had to endure and get used to it. Surely, after some time, Grandma Risa would become a good person. That's what she thought in her heart. "Why did you two go out last night? What happened?" asked Risa, wanting to know. Even in the middle of the night, Andre had left the house with Inez.

Amanda may possess a clingy nature, but she knows better than to overstep her boundaries. She embodies the epitome of the ideal wife for me—a woman I can effortlessly control. My family, particularly my mother, has incessantly pressured me to marry. With Amanda by my side, she will no longer have grounds to meddle or subject me to blind dates. Marriage becomes a simpler prospect when the woman in question is malleable. She can bear my child, and we can amicably part ways thereafter. Continuing the Byrd lineage is of paramount importance to my family, although the notion leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Personally, I hold no affinity for children whatsoever.

"Am I going to have to worry about me and my sisters being plastered on a billboard?" "No," I said. I looked at her, trying to will her to understand. "It wasn't the marriage or the divorce or finding out that Michael wasn't mine or even that she slept around on me ... or even that she slept with her brother. None of those things brought this on, Jean. That isn't what my revenge is about. It's because we were never truly married. It's because she pretended to marry me, when all the while she was married to her brother. That's why this is necessary."