Kisah Pernikahan Tanpa Cinta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I'm a lecturer at a university in this city. And all this time, I lost Airin because she ran away from home. Our parents are sworn enemies, so we got married without their approval. One day, I was careless, and my mother found our place, scolding Airin in the end." Fachri leaned against the wall, his gaze so pious as he stared at the worn-out ceiling of the apartment. The drama was so convincing that Wiwit could feel how uncomfortable it must be to marry without approval, to be interrogated by her

"Then what happened to your household? Did you and your husband start falling in love with each other?" No," answered Keysha honestly. "Even in the near future, we will separate soon; I have even filed for divorce in court," said Keysha. Suddenly, the journalists looked at each other in surprise at what Keysha had to say. "What is the reason you want to separate?" "Our marriage is not the same as other marriages; we do live in one house but not one bedroom," said Keysha. "Did it all happen because you still love your missing future husband?" "Yes, it's not even just me who loves other people's women; my husband, Aditya Wijaya, also loves another woman, namely his lover, who is not sanctioned

It sure is a long day ahead of us before we can toss away that piece of paper and before I can start using my name again. "Our love story is something else. How do we tell these to our—" Before I could say the word children. My system stopped me knowing that this would surely start another set of awkwardness and probably a disagreement. "How do we tell people how our love story started when they get curious and want me to share the details about it? How do I tell them that, unlike most relationships? Ours didn't start with love at first sight, friendship, or a one-night stand even? It started with deception. I made you believe that I was your fiancèe and then you tied me to you by forging my

Keerthi gazed at her husband, wondering why he wasn't continuing kissing her. She had a burning urge to do something,her body tingling in weird places. Vikram lied down straight,not looking at his wife,his pants uncomfortable. He closed his eyes, knowing his wife wasn't ready for that level of intimacy yet. It was just a moment, Vikram convinced himself. The mad urge to make love to his wife will pass. His wife was not ready,he reminded himself.

asked Ann in amazement and half disbelief. "Yeah, that's right, Ann." "Wow, why does it sound so similar to the scenario we made up for Merry when we agreed on a contract marriage?" Ann exclaimed in disbelief. "Well, for you, it's a fabricated story, but for us, it's a real story. Our first love had forgotten our existence and married someone else. What a pity. Well, it's also our fault for being too busy working and going abroad for too long," Jace replied a little regretfully.

"Oh, really?" "My husband already explained everything to me!" she snapped. "He told me he'll marry me. And does it really matter whether we're legally married right now? The fact remains that he loves me. He'll do anything I ask of him. Unlike you, who was foolish enough to enter a marriage with a man you'd never even met before. How embarrassing." Hearing that, I scoffed. "A marriage with someone I didn't know?" "Yes, of course," she replied. "You married an incognito husband."

“Did I do something wrong? If I did, we can talk about it. We can fix it.” “There’s nothing to fix,” he replied calmly. Too calmly. Tears blurred my vision. “Then why?” His silence was cruel. “I’m in love with someone else,” he said finally. My knees felt weak. I reached for the back of the couch to steady myself. “Someone else?” I repeated. “Richard, we’re married.” “Yes,” he said. “And our marriage was never supposed to be real.” The words cut deeper than any blade ever could. “Not real?” I laughed weakly. “What do you mean, not real? Three years, Richard. Three years of living together. Of sharing a bed. Of...”

In spite of how hard I tried to suppress my insatiable longings, I found myself being enslaved to them time and again. Being wealthy and powerful made it even worse, as the best of ladies were always falling head over heels for me. Even though I'd had the best of women in San Francisco, there was something about Ella that made me feel incomplete if I didn't have her. She was special. That was the only word I could think of to describe her. My heart was filled with anticipation, as my phone buzzed on the pillow beside me. I reached for it, hoping that it had been Ella trying to remind me about our appointment that morning.

“Different from what?” “From all the others.” Vanessa sips her tea. “Three years ago, I met Adrian at a charity benefit. Charming, attentive, everything you’d want. We dated. Fell in love. Or at least, I fell in love.” “Vanessa—” “He introduced me to his family. We attended events. We looked perfect. And I started believing we were building something real.” She pauses. “Then one day, he simply stopped. No warning. Just ‘this isn’t working’ and a generous settlement to ensure my silence.”

Memories of the past years came flooding back…the betrayal, the loneliness, and the silent strength I had to muster to protect my son. I had married Henry young, thinking he was my fairytale ending. He was charming, ambitious, and attentive…or so I thought. The cracks in his mask showed soon after the wedding. He stayed out late nights and came home drunk. I soon discovered that he had been seeing other women. When I had confronted him, he had laughed in my face, dismissing me as paranoid. Then I fell pregnant a year later. I thought it would change everything. I believed he might step up, become the man I had married.