Istri Baru Suami Mawar Novels & Stories

The room exuded sophistication, adorned with luxurious furnishings and enhanced by floral decorations crafted for their wedding night. Isabel found herself enchanted by the room's fresh floral aroma, savoring the unfamiliar sensation of being in her husband's domain. Her focus zeroed in on a large photo frame above the bed, capturing a radiant and joyful smile on Mason's face, a facet she had rarely witnessed. A sense of guilt overjudging Mason's actions washed over her, leaving her in a quandary about her emotions.

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,

'Suck up. Jasmine smirks, "You can say that." She looks at Mario, "Marrie and I love each other dearly. There might be little hiccups in our relationship but no matter who they are, we always manage to continue loving each other and that is never going to stop." Charlie doesn't feel right when Jasmine sneaks a glance at her during her "hiccup" speech. She suddenly feels suffocated. This brings back the memory of when she first found out that Jasmine is Mario's wife.

said Tristan. "Mr. Rosellini will stay here to close the last details; And from this moment on, my wife stops working in this company," said Tristan. "What? What are you talking about?" said Dilan surprised. "I forgot, let me introduce you to my wife, Larissa Douglas. We just got married in Italy 3 days ago. As you can imagine, I am not going to let my wife keep working for you," said Tristan smiling, enjoying his victory over Dilan.

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.

It was a rose that I had drawn on the day we got married. Before I could decline, Carlson barged in. When he saw the two of us, he was furious. He looked at Bella. “Bella, what are you doing here with Professor Taylor?” Bella immediately pushed me away. She grabbed Carlson’s hand firmly. “Nothing happened between us. Don’t overthink it.” I looked away and saw that the crowd in the banquet hall was looking at me in pity and disgust. “I’m sorry. Carlson’s been a little paranoid these past few years. He’s afraid that I’ll leave him.

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.

' she asked. 'What if I want it to be a real marriage?' I repeated. 'I shall go and dress up for the date', she said, walking into the bathroom. 'and pretend I didn't hear you say that!' Why couldn't Iris be over her first marriage for goodness sake? I thought to myself. 'We have so many things in common and there is chemistry between us, no matter how much she might try to deny it, and why not, when we were mates? If she could just loosen up a bit, then ours will be an explosive mating! Adrian, I thought furiously, what hell did you make my wife go through that she needed w has trust issues even when it concerns me her mate?

He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear, his voice low and rough. “Don’t forget, Amber,” he growled. “You’re my wife. And that’s all that matters.” Amber’s breath hitched at the sheer force behind his words, but she quickly masked it with a sardonic smile. The music played on, but the tension between them was deafening, an unspoken war waging with every second they stood there.