Married Man Is In Love With Me Novels & Stories

"Then you've wasted your time, I don't want to talk to you and the best thing you can do right now, is for you to leave." "Melek, please, I need you to listen to me, okay?" I look at him for a few seconds... There he is, the man I fell in love with, the one who still makes my heart pounding, who gives me chills. I am weak under his gaze and for that reason I give him five minutes. "Our marriage is real, no matter what your family or society says. You are my wife, Melek. You can't marry anyone else." "I already know our marriage is real. We were married by a judge and a pastor."

I answered questions directly, without excess, without closing anything off. Where did you meet? His lecture hall. We disagreed about something. About what? Whether love was real. Laughter around the table. And who won? I looked at Adrian across the table. He was already looking at me. “The argument is ongoing,” I said. Warmer laughter this time. It was after the main course when it happened. A man to my left. Broad shoulders. The confidence of someone accustomed to being the most important person in a room. “I will be direct,” he said. “There have been suggestions. That this marriage was convenient. Professionally motivated.” He held my gaze. “What do you bring to this marriage Elena? Beyon

"Is she your ex-lover that I don't know?" "Ex-lover? Excuse me, but are you crazy? You know for yourself that I've never been in a relationship with anyone else until I met Marie," The man rolled his eyes, then leaned his head on the table, making a sad face. "And now I have less time with her. Do you know how difficult it will take me to be able to chat with my super busy wife?" "Looks like someone used to tell me that they were just running it as mission—"

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

I frowned, totally stunned. Mariano stretched the back of his neck and grinned like a teenage boy. "I put it on. I want to marry you, Marjan. I fell in love with you, God knows when. But I'm so fucking in love with you. Be my wife, Marjan?" He looked into my eyes and spoke seriously. I looked at him in shock. I was so confused. I didn't know what to say. Of course, I fell for Mariano. I love him so much. I felt happiness rushed over me, thinking that Mariano also loved me.

“It's a marriage agreement. We're not getting married for love, Mr. Every.” “That's what you don't know.” says Mr. Every leaving the hotel and walking to his car while I process what he has said. “Mr. Every, I'm serious.” I complain when I feel that he is joking with me. “Me too.” says Mr. Every when they open the car door for me to enter “Maybe I don't love you with my heart, but, I love being in your vagina and that's a kind of love, don't you think?” the man says mischievously, and then smiles at me “See you in a few days, fiancée.” he says to then get in the car while my mind short circuits.

"I don't need to tell them anything. Look what you are doing with the company. I don't think I hate being a house husband." "Florian!" He covered the distance to me, his body pressing against mine as I caught myself between him and the dresser. My breath caught in my throat, and my body weakened. Like it hadn't been a year. "You are still in love with me, are you not?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Do you still want to get married?" I bit down on my lips. "We both have no one. Just us. And we are here already. Let me say my vows to you and take you home. Let me make your body remember me, not like I expect it to forget."

"Conventional or not, I'm a girl too." "Keerthi,you are my wife. Technically,wife is the only person a man can speak to, without a filter. So stop this conventional nonsense. If I think you are fat,I am going to say it. If I think you are thin, I am going to say it too. Your health matters to me. If I see you starving, I am going to scold you. If I see you eating to your heart's content, I'll be happier. You being thin or fat doesn't matter to me, because I already love you. It would have probably mattered in the early days, when we still didn't know much about the other. While looks play a role,I don't believe in looks being the base of any relationship."

I shout, my voice sharper than I intend, but I don’t care. He steps back, gasping, raking a hand through his hair like he can’t believe what just happened. “I thought... I thought you liked me too.” “Liked you too?” I echo, my voice trembling. “Caspian, I’m married.” “You’re married to a man you don’t even love! I know you want to leave him, Eleanor. I know—”

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.