Marido Novels & Stories

he whispered, his voice cracking, trying to revive the old pet name as a magic spell now powerless. "We were supposed to be together. We built everything for our future. If you were angry about Chloe... if you found out about that... it was nothing, I swear! It was just a distraction. I was under so much pressure from my father. I only did it to keep her family’s block aligned with us until we could marry! You know I love you. You know I’m the only one who can protect you from him.”

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

Mariana's Pov Two months later. “I Mariana Denaro take you Alexandr Radimr Vastlav to be my lawful wedded husband.” My back is slammed against the wall with a great force and I groan through my chuckle, immediately moaning at the feel of my husband’s tongue exploring my neck. “To have and to hold.” With a grunt, my husband rips my dress off by the hem, his large palm kneading my breast whilst the other free hand works fast at ripping off my white lacy bra and thong.

"Brandon wants to rest, and you are interrupting us." "Us..." I repeated, staring at Marine in disbelief. "Let me remind you if you have forgotten that this is my house, my room, and Brandon is my husband." I couldn't believe the audacity of Marine's words. Where does she get the confidence to speak to me like this? I thought to myself. "Husband!" Marine laughed mockingly. "You think he's still your husband? Please, he's been mine for months now. He won't have cheated on you if he truly loved you." Marien said she added salt to the wound.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her child growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So, I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day.

The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!" And it reminded me of something Nathan had said to me just the night before. "You have no idea how scared I was after I woke up. I was scared that I had missed my chance with you, scared you had already married someone else. Thank God John was blind and clueless, or I would've lost you forever." The crowd was still caught up in the emotion when suddenly, someone barged in. "Willow, are you even human? The whole family is falling apart and you're here getting married?"

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Davy beat me to it. “No,” he shook his head firmly, his gaze on me, letting me see and hear his opinion. “Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.”

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“Really? Because you looked like a couple of filthy adulterers to me. You even used your tongue in that video! But you still insist you’re innocent? “If you’re being stalked, call the damn police! You had ‘no choice’ but to make out with a married man? Please, this isn’t an idol drama.” James looked livid. One of his friends hurriedly tried to talk me down. “Come on. Wendy, you and James have been married for ages! Don’t you know what he’s like? He would never mess around under our noses.” I shot back, “Right, because he’s messing around in front of your noses. Are you gonna cover your friend when he cheats and raise his bastard kids?”

“Willing po ang pagpapakasal niyo ni Mr. Vergara. Well, ‘yung kina Mama…” “Hindi fixed marriage ang kasal ni Maria at Sebastian, Matti.” Kumunot ang noo ko. “Po?” malungkot ang naging ngiti niya. “It’s just confusing for you but their marriage is their decision. Walang record ng fixed marriage ang pamilya niyo.”