Novel & Cerita Marriage Of An Overprotective Young Husband

] The words cut into me like knives, over and over. I was here to catch them in the act, but in the end, I turned and left. I went home and sank into the couch, my eyes lifting to the wedding photo on the wall. "I want everyone who walks in here to see how happy we are." I could still hear him saying it when he hung the frame. I stood up and threw it to the floor with everything I had. It shattered the second it hit, just like our marriage. I stared at the broken glass scattered across the floor, feeling like something inside me had been hollowed out.

finances. "What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Isn’t that what marriage is about?" Maria wanted to believe him. So she said yes. Again and again, she said yes. Until one day, there was nothing left of her but his wife. A shadow lingering in his vast, gleaming empire. Three years into the marriage, Maria began to wonder. Why wasn’t she getting pregnant? She and Edwards had never used protection.

“Don’t give me attitude, and the doctor doesn’t answer to you. With how fast your mouth is running, I’d say you’re perfectly fine.” I narrowed my eyes, matching his energy. “Dearest husband,” I said mockingly, “how pathetic that seconds into this holy union, I’m already bleeding. And my father thinks you can protect me, tsk, tsk.” His eyes turned to ice. “Watch your tone, woman,” he growled. “I don’t give a damn what your father thinks. If I had my way, I’d put a bullet in his skull myself. And don’t call me your dearest husband I am not here for love. This is just a marriage , you will spread your legs when I want, give me heirs, and in return, I will protect and provide for you. That’s the

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

The beginning of the marriage had some joyful moments to share, but as the infatuation crumbled down and reality slapped hard on this young couple’s faces, the love that compelled them to tie the knot became extinct. Slowly, their family of two grew from three to four, and indignant hit them harder. The more they tried to survive the waves of hardship, the more they were drawbacks from them. So the love that they worshipped was once adrift on a deserted island, from where it was hopeless to bring it back. They worked to put food on the table all day and fought with each other at night, every night after their children went to sleep. They thought it was appropriate that their daughters didn’t

“But how can he still think of interfering in my life even after his death? This is so infuriating!” Rachel found it hard not to stamp her feet as she’d always done as a kid while aroused in a temper. “I’m sure that once you’ve gotten over the initial shock, you’ll find that the idea is not that bad,” reasoned Uncle Palmer. “Not that bad? It’s not even an idea. It’s a bloody ultimatum! How could I ever agree to being married? Within two months? It’s impossible! I am not even going steady with anyone and hell! I don’t even have a boyfriend.”

” His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't protest. “Marriage suits you.” I almost laughed at his words but I gulped it down. He must have found out everything. Eartha must have told him. “Go straight to the point father. I don't have time for a long conversation.” “You married Camden for money.” “And?” I replied, curious to know where he was heading. “You think he'll protect you?” “I don't think I know he will protect me. I'm his wife after all.” A flicker of irritation crossed his face.

"Forgive me. I was too emotional at that time. I shouldn't have been selfish with you and let you get hurt. But, really, I don't have any relation with Vella. The two of us are just colleagues. I won’t betray you.” "Is that true? But you should be with Vella. I married you just to cure your phobia. And now you're healed. I shouldn't have kept you by my side. Sorry." I squeezed my fingers tightly to contain my nervousness. As for Kane, he was still looking at me deeply while exhaling slowly. Will he change his mind after this and come back with Vella? After thinking about it, it turned out that I was the one who was too childish. I with high ideals want a sweet and smooth domestic relationshi

"What? Why?" I don't know. Why don't I want her to get married? She was with me for two years. Of course, It's normal that I'm protective of her and Ophelia. I've told her numerous times that if she wants her father dead, I can easily kill him for her but she wanted to do it herself. What I don't understand is why she has to get married and why I feel like I shouldn't let her. All she has to do is say the word and that bastard De Angelo will be six feet under. Not just that but I can do anything she wants. Why the fuck won't she let me do all the heavy lifting? "You will be providing photos of the wedding as proof that Santoro is your husband. Do you want to look ugly in them?"

She did not want to look over that edge again. I tightened my hold around her and buried my face slightly into her hair as I muttered, “I will never let anything happen to you, Grace.” It was not a dramatic promise. It was a vow. She turned in my arms and looked up at me, smiling gently. “I know,” she said. “That’s why I married you. You’re like an overprotective husband.” I raised an eyebrow faintly at that. She smiled and asked. “Did you go to Austin’s grave again?”