Love After Marriage Novel Mr Lancaster Novels & Stories

] Ava: [But… you're married. "I know, and I don't want to lie to you. My marriage is just a loveless business union. Tina and I have been married for many years. Other than mutual respect, we don’t have much feelings for each other. In families like ours, everything is for the sake of interests.] Ava remained silent. Niel: [In truth, I've always wanted to marry a woman I love and live an ordinary and simple life, even if it means she doesn’t have much money or doesn’t come from an outstanding family.]

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

"Kendall, this is my friend, Dwight. Dwight my wife" "It's a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Russo. I must say, Lance is very lucky. Lucky that this marriage was arranged, because you’re the most beautiful woman he's ever had in his life. No lies told." Lance shot him an angry look, and I let out a laugh. "Even prettier when she smiles." "I have work to do. Come when you're finished making her laugh" Lance stormed off clenching his fist.

She says it’s mostly to keep herself busy and entertained in her old age since her husband died, but Jackson suspects it’s also because she needs the small amount of income she earns each day. “Good morning!” Jackson greets her, winking and bowing grandly as he takes her soft-skinned, bony hand. “When are you going to answer my deepest prayers and become my bride?” Madame Laurent rolls her eyes, waving him off. “Oh, hush, you scoundrel! You know I’m too much woman for you!” Jackson grins, placing a kiss on her arthritic knuckles.

My sheets were soaked with tears as I woke up. Yesterday's events fought its way back into my memory, making me feel every emotion that I felt all over again. A part of me hoped and prayed everything had been just a nightmare. Taking a deep breath, I swing my legs to the side of the bed, summoning the courage to face the day. Then, the truth dawned on me. After our wedding, Martin never agreed to us sharing a bed. He only came to me when his desires demanded fulfillment and had always made me believe in the narrative that it was an unbreakable rule in the Lancaster Family, which he was compelled to obey. It only made sense to me now — Maybe I had been foolish for seeing all this and still be

“Finally! Do you know how impossible it’s been to reach you? Your number changed, your address changed—you’ve become untouchable overnight.” I laughed softly, the sound breaking through the heaviness in my chest. “I’m sorry. Things have been…crazy.” “I can imagine,” she said. “So, Mrs. Lancaster, how’s married life treating you?” Her playful tone made me smile, but I sighed. “Complicated.” “Complicated how?” she pressed. I hesitated. Could I tell her everything? The whirlwind marriage, the gala, Elena? It all sounded like something out of a drama series, not real life.

And again. I grew uneasy. Crystal wasn’t the type to call over nothing, and for her to be this persistent meant something was wrong. Bracing myself, I swiped to answer. “Eve, you're not going to believe this,” her angry tone came through the speaker. “That bastard Lance got married to his lover this morning.” “What!”

The bartender asked, getting annoyed with me. " Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you.

There was a bed in the middle of the room,with a soft looking white blanket covering it,a comfortable looking couch on the other side, overviewing the balcony. Keerthi squinted at the mirror next to the balcony, something was fluttering, finding a sticky note when she went closer. Vikram waited nervously as his wife stared at the sticky note for a long time. "I love you",he whispered when his wife looked at him,startled when she turned around and threw her arms around his neck. Keerthi's eyes watered,she felt like she would explode in happiness as she hugged her husband hard,"I love you too",she sniffed.

She stood up from her seat to look for my husband. Mrs King: "Tania calm down. He didn't come home last night" I said to persuade her. Tania: "Of course he didn't sleep home. He never does and you pretend to be okay with this loveless marriage of yours" Mrs King: "Tania, I'm okay!" Tania: "No, you are not!" She held my hand to try and convince me with a calm voice. "Leave this marriage before it destroys you. Mimi, you do not deserve this treatment from that bastard. You deserve to be happy"