روايات وقصص ضمن Istri Baru Suami Mawar

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

"Give Papa a reason to let you go!" "Altair just wants to stay there and start working for the company. Altair wants to learn about the company." "Why Tronesia? If you want to study here, it's more adequate!" BA BUMP! "Roses." Morgan guessed it. This is what he had in mind all along. One by one, the prophecies of the now-aged man came to pass. Yes, 3 years ago when Altair was on holiday in Tronesia, he met a woman named Mawar Arumi, a teenage girl who had to bear such a heavy burden.

Then now Mawar, Airin’s sister whom Airin loves very much, will be married by the perverted boss and become his fourth wife. Even though Airin’s head was dizzy and her whole body was in pain, Airin was still able to think. And aware, that she will never support the marriage. She will not let the marriage happen. If Sakha wants all the money that Father have borrowed, Airin promises to pay for it all. All she needs is more time to collect it. Now even Airin has started saving. After all, how much does Father owe that man? ***

I warns her. “Or what?” “Enough marigold!” Tristian yells furiously and everyone turns towards him. “For someone who’s hounding a dirty secret, don’t you think you are being too dramatic freaking out just because your husband kissed another woman? And mind you, that must have even be fabricated from your own delusions!” Tristian dispute and I don’t fail to notice the flash of fear that cross marigold’s face. But it vanishes as fast as lightening as she toughens up.

Her excitement was palpable. "I-I’m not his wife," Erin corrected before the enthusiasm could escalate any further. Erin's correction shattered Mawar's dream, causing the smile to vanish from her lips. "B-but…" Orion shook his head, signaling to the local couple. "O-okay..." Mawar replied, her enthusiasm deflated. "Sorry, we're just thrilled. We'll retrieve your belongings," Kersen commented. Orion entered a room, with Erin following closely. Once inside, Erin couldn't hold back her curiosity. "What was that about? Why did she mistake me for your wife?"

There won't be any smell on it at all. Vivian waited for me to respond, as if the smallest acknowledgment from me would be some kind of reward. I washed my hands and sat down to eat, not even sparing her a glance. When Vivian posted this video online, the comments section erupted on her behalf. "What, does your husband have evidence of you committing murder or something?" "Girl, you need to take off those rose-colored glasses. He doesn't deserve how good you are to him." "Seriously. If my wife treated me even a third as well as OP treats her husband, I'd wake up laughing in my sleep."

When a woman gives birth, she fights between life and death. “What are you two talking about?” Hermawan asked, looking at them. “Elizabeth, dear. Turns out she’s Marwan Armando’s daughter-in-law,” Mawar answered quickly. Hermawan frowned. “But doesn’t Marwan only have one son? Isn’t his wedding reception tomorrow?” “Yes, dear. Elizabeth is Martin’s first wife. Tomorrow, Martin is holding a wedding reception with his second wife.” “Two wives?” Hermawan stared at his wife in disbelief. Mawar nodded, then explained everything she had just learned from the report.

Your Husband, Maria Walker.

I snatch the paper away and turn to leave, but suddenly, I feel a tight grip on my wrist. The heat of that one’s body ignites the place where our skin touches. Alaric pulls me toward him, locking eyes with mine. He presses his lips together, staring at me intently, looking a bit anxious. He says, "Nothing about me... because he, Aylon Aurbun, is your new husband, isn’t he?！"

Fachri quickly interrupted, extending his hand to Wiwit, who never stopped chattering like a malfunctioning radio, trying to catch a signal. "Airin's hu-husband?" Wiwit blinked. She stared at Fachri from head to toe. Tall, sturdy, and handsome. Completely different from the characteristics of a loan shark, but very suitable to be paired with the beautiful Airin. "Yes, I'm her husband. I..." Fachri flinched. Without warning, Wiwit dragged him inside her apartment so that no one could hear their conversation. "You're Airin's husband? They said you worked as