Istri Baru Suami Mawar Novels & Stories

Back when Adrian was pursuing me, he poured all his heart into loving and protecting me. Once, during dinner, I casually mentioned I liked a restaurant. The next day, he bought the place and had the chef come to our house to cook just for me. When other women tried to become his mistress, he crushed their hopes without mercy. All of Ardenton knew that Adrian adored his wife. He treated me like something precious, never letting me out of his sight. But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this?

“Pick whatever you want. I’ll head to the restroom for a bit.” Delighted, Maria headed straight into the jewelry store. Mark couldn’t help but smile affectionately at her excitement. He remembered how, early in their marriage, Maria never asked for anything. She had always been considerate of his financial situation back then. But now, with his stable career and the trust Laura had placed in him as head of the company, he could finally give her whatever she wanted.

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

he adds, and I deduce that my wife is still a virgin, or at least that is what he thinks. “I plan to do with my husband much more that I can do with a lying, cheating, manipulative bastard. I hear your girl got impregnated by your bestie. I would not be calling anyone impotent if I were you,” Amari hits back with a voice so calm, I can’t help but chuckle. That is going to hurt some egocentric maniac. My wife has a very interesting personality. I see his jaw clench before he storms away. Amari lets out a sigh and pushes me into the elevator. We get out on the first floor, where she unlocks the third door from the elevators.

He planted a soft kiss on my lips and my stomach and also complimented my look, which made me blush uncontrollably. He led me to our table, and we had the best meal ever, my fork fell, and I bent over to pick it and by the time I raised my head, Arthur was down on one knee with a ring in his hands. “Iris, you're the woman of my dreams and I can't imagine a life without you. I wouldn't dare to live without you, will you marry me and be the mother of my children?” Arthur popped the question. My eyes were filled with tears and I couldn't say a word, Anna began to chant 'say yes' from a corner and I threw a spoon at her.

She walked to the center of the room and stopped, forcing both men to orient around her. “Say what you came to say,” she told Cassian. “Then leave.” Cassian’s expression shifted, softening into something that might have fooled someone who hadn’t heard him moaning another woman’s name on his wedding day. “Serena. Please. This has gone far enough. The press is destroying both of us. My mother is prepared to smooth everything over if you’ll just end this performance.” “It’s not a performance.” “It is.” Cassian’s voice dropped, urgent. “You married him to punish me. I understand. I deserved your anger. But you don’t love him. You don’t even know him. He’s using you to crawl back into a fight he

Not with him. I exhaled, “ Fine,” he smirked, “ keep your partners but it should private— I don't want to be tagged a fool twice for not knowing about my husband's affair,” Husband… a word I never imagined calling Kaden Petrović. I moved to the next line. “ And the date nights every Friday? Is that necessary?” “ Very…” He drawled, “ We're a couple. We should at least act like it.” I hated that he right so I didn't push it.

She quickly stood and ran to hug her husband. Nathan turned his head away, half amused and half embarrassed by his parents’ over-the-top affection. “What’s wrong? Surprised to see me back already?” Hermawan playfully tapped his wife’s pointed nose with a warm smile. Not many knew that Mawar’s real name was Rose Juliet—an English woman who had left everything behind for love. But Hermawan preferred to call her “Mawar,” the Indonesian word for “Rose,” and from then on, that name became the one everyone knew.

She sat down and waited for me to do the same, so I did. "Thank you," I nodded. "Gavino is a creep. I don't blame you," she chuckled. "My name is Malina. I am Carlo's wife." My face lit up. "Carlo's wife? It's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't know Carlo was married. " Malina shrugged. "He likes keeping me to himself." "I don't blame him. You're gorgeous. " Malina flipped her silky straight hair. "Grazie. So are you. I see why Vito had absolutely no objections to the wedding arrangement. How's the married life treating you?"

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.