Istri Baru Suami Mawar Novels & Stories

" Great. Tell him to meet me in the study. And Yes better take some rest. It's not good for you to keep running here and there!" Jasmine is pregnant with Jay's kid. Both of them get married on the exact date of Arthur's first birthday. They are living with Alisha. Even though, Jay wanted to move out and rent an apartment. But Alisha refused. They're family now. Also, She said Jay to save money. Since they are not going to live as Mafia, They need money to live a normal life in the future. So It's the best option for them to save money and keep living with Alisha.

she murmured and headed into her office. "Honestly Mira, I am losing my mind." Catherine lamented after she narrated what happened to Mira. "Are you telling me that your runner-away boyfriend has returned?" Mira asked, still don't believe Catherine. "Mira, he did not just return, but he is also my boss" Catherine continued "So when are you going to tell him"? Mira "Tell him what," Catherine asked "About Your son Ellis," Mira said. "I can't tell him anything. He may deny ever knowing me" Catherine said.

" Wait!! Well... She is my... Wife. " " WHAT ???? Are you mad?? " " No, but getting there very soon. " " Mohit, I am not in the mood for riddles." " She is Srusti Mohit Paul. My wife already." " How?? When did you get married ?? Why didn't you tell us?? Manu is your best friend, you didn't even tell her. "

Luna hadn't even finished college yet, so why was she getting married at this young age? "You're lying right?" cried Peter in disbelief. "No, I'm serious! I'm married! I'm sure some women will love you more than I loved you before!" said Luna slowly. Peter shook his head slowly. He didn't want to take it for granted. How could Luna replace him with another man? "Are you married? With whom? Don't tell me your husband is Eros!" snapped Peter. Luna frowned in confusion. How could Peter be so ridiculous as to think she was married to Eros? He knew very well what kind of relationship she and Eros had.

She was getting ready for school. She wrapped her hijab securely on her head. Irfan came in and saw his beautiful wife. He couldn't tear his gaze off her. "I know I look beautiful." "Swears! you look very beautiful all the time." "Kamar wata Amarya ko. like a new bride right?" "Ai ke amrayn ce. but you are a new bride." "A'a kamar dai wata subuwar Amarya irin ta sati biyu haka...no, like a two-week-old bride, when people ask me how my husband is, I would be like,

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

“Apparently, this marriage helps his image. A sweet, private marriage to a ‘normal’ girl? Keeps voters happy. So unless you want to tank his career...” He turned slowly to me, like a predator. “What’s your name?” I swallowed. “Arielle.” He stepped closer. “Listen, Arielle. You don’t exist to me. I don’t want to see you. Talk to you. Breathe the same air as you.” “Perfect,” I shot back. “We agree on something.” He took the certificate, crumpled it, and shoved it in his jacket pocket. Then stormed out. I stood frozen. Married.

Elvis said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Ryan didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed Amber by the wrist and pulled her closer, his lips crashing onto hers with a force that surprised even him. She stiffened for a second, but then she seemed to relax, her arms moving to wrap around his neck, her lips parting just enough for him to deepen the kiss. It was a kiss of obligation, no warmth, no passion behind it. Just an act. They pulled away after a moment, both of them breathing heavier than they should have been. Neither said a word, but they both knew it was over now. They were married.

"How much money did he pay for this little act? Are you really his wife or not?" I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. My heart was pounding in my chest like a warning drum. "Yes. We’ve been married for three years. And I don’t understand what you’re talking about!" Her smile faded, replaced by a dark glint in her eyes. She stepped toward me, grabbed my wrist and pulled it closer to her. "I know Alessandro. He’s the kind of man who drowns his woman in affection. Respect, money, loyalty. If you’re really his wife… then where is the wedding ring?"