Marido Novels & Stories

Elena muttered holding back her tears, " I guess, I am slave to my emotions. My husband was a good man though. His mate di ed and he had to claim me to legal our marriage."

Inseparable in a real marriage. Forever. *End*

she asked, rolling her eyes. "Wait, are you making a fuss out of this?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "aren't you supposed to be my wife?"I said, emphasizing the wife. "Don't you have any idea what married couples do?" I asked with a smirk. My heart gave a leap at his last statement. He drew closer to me in a way that I was scared he was going to hold me, he narrowed his eyes from my face down to my chest and entire body, giving it a cranky stare.

Matt and I follow him. The kitchen is spacious and exquisitely decorated. It has a center table island made of black marble. Matt and I sit down while Levi turns around and goes to the refrigerator, pulling out things to make breakfast. "I don't trust this guy," Matt says in a whisper, standing very close to me. "'This guy' is my husband," I scold him and punch him in the arm. "And you've been very rude to him." "I've been honest!" Matt complains. "He's been a jerk to come out of nowhere and take you away. He had no right."

How? I have been married to a man name Copeland Morton Junior. You see, Copeland wasn't just any good-looking man. No, he was voted by a well-known business magazine the sexiest man alive in the southern region! Also, Copeland was about to be appointed CEO of his family business. A man like Copeland Morton could offer me the world on a silver platter. He sounds like the perfect catch. Well, he would have been if I was the girl he had in mind to marry.

Mrs Valentino adds brightly as she stares back at me, and as I stare back at me, I try all I can not to fight back the tears threatening to form. I did it... I actually did it... From this point, I'm Alyssa Valentino... and Stephano Valentino... is now my husband...

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

“Dad, why are you ignoring me?! Don’t just sit there!” That was when Adam finally looked at her. His glare was sharp, heavy, enough to make Naomi flinch and shrink back a step. His voice came out cold, carrying the authority of a man who had long lost his patience. “Did I really raise you like that, Naomi?” His words struck harder than any shout could. “How dare you raise your voice at me.” He leaned forward, his coffee cup clinking against the saucer as he set it down with controlled force. “Did I ever teach you to take someone else’s husband and play the role of a mistress? And not just anyone’s husband but your own sister’s.” His voice deepened, each word punctured with disgust. “On top o

"You can't fool me. I had this dream about saying I do and then you show up and treat me the way you do. Why would anyone be so patient with me? Take me to dinner, send breakfast and flowers up to my room even though I was cold them?" "Because I like you. That's why" "Like me?" She squeals, scrambling away from me "What are you saying? We're married, Marco" "No, we're not" "Then... Then... Was it a dream? Was I mistaken?" "No. You are married, Carina. Just not to me" "What?" "Cristiano De Luca is your husband" ****************************************************