Married But Not Lovers Season 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

Lisa hates hearing his deep, long grunt because that means the end, and the next thing he was going to do was take his bath and leave her to meet his family. The only thing that annoyed her was the fact that the man was married and had two kids. She wanted him to herself, but that was impossible. Mason was never going to choose her over his family. She was just his personal slut and sexmate in his eyes, while she craved to be his wife. Now, he was taking his bath quickly to return home as he was already late to meet his family. Lisa's phone, which was on the stool, rang out loud, and she frowned while sitting up at the edge of the bed to pick it up.

I am so irresistible, i swear. I nodded with a smile. Looks like i got the father blessings two years after our marriage. First marriage i mean. Because definitely there will be a second one. Just when this all ends. "Let's get rid Nikolas then, so i can have her again, and we all can finally rest." I added with determination. He nodded, "We will. We definitely will." ~~~~~ Two days Later.. A yawn escaped my lips as i opened my eyes. I blinked as i adjusted them to light.

“Can I not? I miss you, Aaron, miss our times together.” “I'm married and now on my honeymoon. I think that's clear enough for you.” “Whether you're married or not doesn't really matter to me. I'm still willing to be your lover, where you vent your passion,” Clarissa's voice became hoarse and sensual, like an invitation to make love. Aaron narrowed his eyes. His handsome face hardened, holding back anger. “I don't need a lover because I'm already married. I already have a place to vent my passion.”

"Huh! What do you mean by maybe? He is married to a good and beautiful girl! He should be happy about it. Right? Or is something wrong between them?" Asher sighed softly, understanding Olivia's confusion. He chose his words carefully, trying to convey the complex nature of the situation. "Well... they are happy, at least on the surface. That's all I can say. You see, their marriage was arranged, not based on love. So, while they may appear content, I'm not entirely certain about the true state of their relationship at the moment." Olivia nodded, absorbing Asher's explanation. The realization that their seemingly perfect marriage might be lacking in genuine affection left her with a mixture o

Belva said curtly and was about to walk away but Hego held her hand, pulling her tightly. “Then whose child is it? Have you married abroad?” Hego asked with great curiosity. Belva threw Hego's hand away roughly, "None of your business. Whether I want to remarry or not, it has nothing to do with you." Hego narrowed his eyes angrily then asked again, "Could it be that you ran away from marriage five years ago because you already had a lover behind my back?" he accused unreasonably. Belva smiled sideways and faced Hego with her chin held high.

The bartender asked, getting annoyed with me. " Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you.

My hand gripping the teacup suddenly tightened. Scalding tea splashed onto the back of my hand, but I felt nothing. Cassie watched my reaction, a flash of triumphant satisfaction crossing her eyes. She said, "20 years ago, your father, Richard Lambert, was Haven City's most famous genius designer, and my father, Bobby Wynter, was just his assistant. Your father was incredibly talented and designed a revolutionary piece of jewelry called Eternal Heart that caught the Zaharan Royal Family's attention."

“You don’t even respect me. You don’t respect the marriage you’re pretending to fight for.” “I don’t have to love you to be married to you.” His tone is flat, his jaw tight. “Now move.” The words hit me like a slap. I stand there frozen, feeling the final thread that held us together snap in my chest. He doesn’t love me. Not anymore. Tears blur my vision as I whisper, “I can’t stay in a loveless marriage, Stephan.” “You’re going to have to try, Eva!” he yells. “No.” I lift my chin, forcing the words out. “We’re over. We’ve been over for a long time.”

Instead it felt like a business lunch where everyone was pretending not to notice the elephant in the room. James ordered wine. Eric ordered scotch. Alison ordered water and immediately regretted not asking for something stronger. “So,” James said, raising his glass. “To the happy couple. May your fake marriage be moderately less painful than a real one.” “James,” Eric warned. “What? I’m being supportive.” He grinned at Alison. “Seriously though. Welcome to the family, such as it is. Eric’s mother is going to lose her mind when she finds out.” “We’re not telling her yet,” Eric said. “When then?”