Marriage In Trouble Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She shrilled, clutching tighter. "Language Paula" Martha corrected, walking back into the kitchen to stir the tomato sauce. "I'm sorry mum but I just can't help it after she got married to that nutjob, she disappeared" "My husband is not a nutjob, Paula" "Sure sure" she chuckled, painting a million kisses on Dawn's face. "I'm not twelve anymore, stop kissing my face" Dawn laughed, pulling away slightly. "I'm sorry it's just, I feel so energetic right now like I could jump off a roof or something"

she shortly respond as if she’d like to cry while talking to her worried cousin. “What is your problem? Tell it to me, maybe I can help you out.” “I’m afraid if you’d like to offer some help because it’s too big and I can’t afford to fail in my plans,” she gushed. “My problem is I… I’m in love with Caspian,” she confessed. “What kind of problem is that, Steph? What’s the big deal of falling in love with your husband? You can love her freely because you guys are married,” he unbelievably told her and laughs.

Why in the world would he ask me to marry him? It was some of the most absurd stuff that I had ever witnessed in my life. I had seen this in movies and in the romantic book by my nightstand that helped me escape my rough reality before going to sleep. The only place where this sort of cheesy cliché stuff happened, and I got butterflies in my belly, was in the movie, yet when it happened to me in the real world, I blacked out. Mr. Astor was extremely clear about the terms of the marriage, yet there was a hole in the story that he told me.

Rumors about the real reason we got married. Now everything is known: Sebastian left me, Levi married me for a deal and our marriage is a sham. The reasons are different in all the media, of course. Some say Sebastian left me because he found out I was cheating on him with Levi and that I got pregnant by mistake, but lost the baby. Other media say that he kidnapped me and forced me to marry him. The most insidious rumors are those that claim that Levi has in fact found his destined mate, or that he suspects who the young woman is, and evidently, it's not me. They augur that he is probably about to leave me.

"It's not a proposal, Jasmine. You becoming my wife is more like a partnership between us. We will help each other grow. Not because we have feelings for each other." I shake my head, my mind reeling with the implications. I've just walked out of a crappy, loveless marriage, and I'm never going to put myself in that situation again. The thought of entering into another loveless partnership, no matter how practical or beneficial, is unthinkable. "I don't know, Denzel," I say, my voice firm but hesitant. “You do,” He says. “We get married, continue the way we are. What’s the difference?” “It’s eerily the same thing I agree. But it’s not possible” I state.

i muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast. “Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive. “Not... not all, maybe,” i admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice. I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping. “Seven years of marriage,” i continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was... disposable.”

Aurora chipped in, “Was I also standing and watching? Stop your hypocritical act!!! Only Rylan will believe you, not me.” Staring at them, it felt like something was wrong between them. They suddenly don't get along with each other. I signed to Aurora, “It's okay Aurora, she had apologized. She had no idea, it's easy to make such a mistake.” Aurora burst out, “Appologized? Of course you would be on her side. What made me a stranger that you were forced to marry!!” I signed angrily, “What do you mean taking sides?” “Yesterday, you said you didn't force me to marry you. Just so you know of course I had already told you. I was also forced to marry you!!!!” She hit my shoulders and walked away d

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

And he was pretending it meant nothing. I sank onto the opposite end of the couch, trying not to stare. “If you’re in trouble…” “I’m not.” His eyes opened, sharp as steel now. “And even if I was, it wouldn’t touch you.” Something about that about how easily he dismissed his own safety made my chest tighten. I swallowed my frustration. “You can tell me things, you know. Because we're locked in a contract marriage doesn't mean we have to behave like strangers” “No,” he murmured, almost too quietly. “Not everything.”

I shivered despite myself. Romano might have been a middle-aged man in his late forties, but he had a certain charm. That was why I hadn’t been completely disgusted by our marriage at first. But he proved me wrong on the night of our wedding. He had told me clearly that I was just his trophy wife and that I should forget about any wifely duties. Which meant our marriage had been sexless. “Yes, that’s why you chose me. But I think if you want to handle your business…” I began, suppressing the irritation building in my chest. What kind of woman wouldn’t be irritated to find her husband cheating?