Novel & Cerita Kisah Bulan Madu Yang Romantis

JK and Rosalia shake their heads. They keep eating peacefully until their host shows interest in something they never encountered. "Aren't you going to share your love story with me?" Her sudden question chokes Rosalia; on the other hand, a smirk forms on JK's lips. "Yes, sure; actually, my Rosalia hit me first, as I'm the most handsome man. You know, at first I didn't consider her, but she just kept stalking me, and one day I felt pity for her and fell in love with her. We dated each other for about three years and got married three months ago. We were going to make our honeymoon here, but something bad happened, and we ended up here. My bad luck; she would have gotten pregnant till now, bu

I took out my purse and immediately handed over $550 and said, "Maybe that's enough to keep your mouths shut?" They just nodded and smiled at me. I left there and returned to our table. "Where have you been?" Beau asked. "Powder room." He just nodded and we listened to Zach and Madeline's speech. "I'm very grateful that you will be my husband. I will walk down the aisle with you smiling as I approach you. You promised me that we would get married in Rome, Italy and you did it! Our wedding is scheduled for next week and we will have our flight on Friday so we can be ready on sunday. All of you are invited! I'll give you all an invitation cards that made of silver and gold. And of course! Our

I muttered under my breath, which I think he still heard. "You were saying?" he asked aloud that made the others stopped looking into the menu and drift their gazes to me. "Nothing, love," I said affectionately. Kassandra was smiling but when she looked at me, I sensed the wickedness in her eyes. "How many years have you been married?" She suddenly asked while we are waiting for the food to be served. "They are newlyweds, Kassandra," Mr. Cassano answered. "They are having their honeymoon here." "Oh." I caught a certain expression in her eyes. It was something like relief? I wasn't sure, but I know her eyes lit up somewhere.

She seemed to be thinking and considering a pleasant place, far from people's expectations, and of course at the same time a romantic place to tie a sacred promise to be faithful to each other forever. "Bali! I want us to get married in Bali! It's a romantic place for us. Do you agree, Prav?” "Bali? I don't know anything about Bali. Why do you want us to get married there?” “Because I've been there. The place is really beautiful. We will get married in a garden with the sea and sunset as a backdrop." “It sounds so romantic, but…” "You don't need to think about costs, Prav! I paid for everything! Not from my parents, but from my own savings!"

Anything to end the check-in fast. “And,” she added, lowering her voice, “since you appear to be a married couple, I also included our romantic experience brochure. Candlelit dinners, couples’ massages, sunset beach activities… married couples absolutely love these.” She slid a glossy brochure across the counter toward us. I froze. Jace froze. The receptionist beamed, obviously proud of her helpfulness. “You two are going to have an amazing time. Sometimes a getaway helps strengthen the bond.” Jace snapped out of it first.

Eventually, the police had no choice but to admit him to a psychiatric hospital. I learned about all of this while getting promoted twice at my new company, Apex Meridian Group. I bought a new home near the office and started dating someone new, Allison Pierce, a woman who didn’t care about my past. While planning our honeymoon, she suddenly asked, with a playful secrecy, what value a honeymoon held in my heart. I thought for a moment. "For someone you love, it’s priceless. For someone you don’t love, it costs a fortune." What would our honeymoon be worth?

“Go ahead. She already warned me not to let you lift a finger. You're practically royalty now, Rani Roohi Rathore.” I elbowed him, laughing as I tried to wriggle away, only to have him nuzzle into the crook of my neck. “You’re impossible,” I whispered. “And you,” he murmured against my skin, “are glowing.” “I should be,” I said dramatically, “I’ve just returned from a two-week honeymoon in the Maldives, where my husband barely let me sleep, eat, or breathe without kissing me.” “I was romantic!” “You were ravenous.” He smirked, biting his lower lip as his hand slid teasingly over my barely-there kaftan. “Can you blame me? My wife turns me into a madman.”

The ambiance was intimate, the candlelit cellar echoing with our laughter and clinking glasses. Throughout the trip, Leo was the epitome of romance and attentiveness. He surprised me with little notes expressing his love, arranged for breakfasts in bed, and even serenaded me with a guitar he borrowed from the resort's lounge. Each moment felt like a page torn from a romance novel, and I was living it. On our final night, Leo led me to a secluded garden within the resort, illuminated by a canopy of fairy lights. A table was set for two, adorned with roses and fine china. The scent of jasmine filled the air, mingling with the cool evening breeze.

Of course, under my breath. One couple spoke about their adventurous honeymoon in Indonesia, I think they mentioned Bali or thereabout, I simply did not give a hoot. They looked like they would die for each other, something I would never do for this man sitting next to me. Another couple gushed about how they met in university and had been inseparable ever since. A couple of others shared their love stories, It was all so sickeningly sweet. And then, it was our turn. The host smiled at me. “So, Mrs Lorenzo, tell us something about your love story. How did you fall for your husband?”