Marriage In Trouble Romance Novels & Stories

Is this marriage a business arrangement or romance? Fairytale or facade? Does she even love him? Or is marrying the eldest son part of a plan to get a share of the inheritance? I set the tablet down. “This is bullshit. It was an accident.” Victor laughed. “An accident?” He spread his hands dramatically. “The entire country is questioning whether your marriage is real. You lost shares. Investors are nervous. Your wife was arrested for attempted murder. And now she nearly sends you into anaphylactic shock because she didn't know something as simple as your medical history.”

Keerthi grinned, running a hand through her husband's hair,"We are getting good at this thing, aren't we?" Vikram laughed,"We are. And I am glad about that." Keerthi pressed a kiss on her husband's lips. "I love you",Vikram tucked a strand of hair behind his wife's ear. She still looked a bit troubled,"Keerthi,know that I'm not going to hurt you intentionally." "I know. I love you too",she kissed her husband,"Should we continue where we left at?",she deepened the kiss, allowing her husband to undress her.

“Why?” “Just don’t.” I didn’t ask again. The tabloids called it a whirlwind romance. "Koven Mavros Secretly Marries Scandalous Socialite! Enemies to Lovers? Inside the Shocking Mavros-Corvan Union! Is Zephyra Corvan Using Her Husband for Redemption?" The press played us like puppets. But we stayed silent. We played the part. We smiled in photos. We stood close but never touched. He was cold. I was distant.

Only that. Our honeymoon was so unromantic. There was no chemistry between Trent and me. We were only In love in front of people but behind closed doors, we were like a pair of strangers forced to be in the same room. I was relieved when Trent said he didn't want sex. That whole honeymoon he was full of bitterness and anger and... Regret. As if he regretted marrying me...

I elbowed his side and he made a fake hurt sound, Evangeline laughed, "And don't forget those romantic trips to the grocery store. Nothing says 'true love' like arguing over which brand of cereal to buy." I laughed, remembering this morning we fought over the coffee machine and then Scott ended up buying a new one online because he broke the other one, "We take turns picking the cereal, and then we end up getting the one neither of us wanted," I said, although we mostly don't even eat cereal. Marco raised his glass in a mock toast. "Ah, the joys of marriage." "You should try it too," Scott said to him. Marco glanced at Nikolai, who only laughed, "Marco is soon to be married."

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

"ugh" "fuck" A few minutes later we came out that our juice mixed with my womanhood it was full of juice for the two of us. "hey I might get pregnant we don't use condoms" I said softly "I will take the obligation " he said "will you be my wife?" he said as he picked up the ring on the dashboard "omg yes yes i will mary you" happy to say "3months from now we will get married" he said "As long as you are my groom even today I will marry you" I said softly

David commented sarcastically, I glimpsed the small smile on Harris’s face as he glanced at us. “I can’t believe I’m marrying in this place!!” Tress said excitedly, “I know!! you’re so lucky!!” I added. Suddenly I saw how Harris looked annoyed about it, “you were lucky too, you know, our wedding was made on a beach house, a huge and a fancy beach house” Harris said smugly, “yeah, but this is so romantic, this is Greece” I said, still not looking at him. “well, if you want, we can always have a second wedding” Harris said, I blushed, feeling the car heating up suddenly. I gulped, not saying anything back. He only smirked then looked away. I started to see charming white-washed buildings with

I said to them as I stormed out, still bitterly annoyed by their sudden attitude. And who said marriage has anything to do with managing a company? All my cousins who are married, I can see how well they've been doing in handling their businesses- by causing trouble from one end to the other, sometimes Grandma will talk to me to help them sort their messes, and if marriage is supposed to determine how good someone can handle a company, why am I then doing better than them?

"Don't worry. Even though I enjoyed getting all dolled up, the marriage isn't exactly real." "So that's why he wasn't all touchy-feely with you?" She taps the steering wheel. "I thought his love language wasn't physical, but then again, it might be something else. Not once did this cross my mind." I look out the window. "Yep, that's right. Anyway, we signed a contract, and he handed me a list of rules to follow. We're going to be late,” I point out. “Bill is already there.” “Fuck Bill and his friends. Trust me, they won't even notice we're late, especially since boobs and butts surround them.”