Married To His Secret Crush นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He knows about the crush he had on his wife, but he thought it was stupid something he got rid of but no, he sneaked behind as soon as the news about his death blew and married her. The war is just about to begin.

That was the most unromantic proposal I had ever seen. But it wasn’t hard to guess my answer. As time went by, what started as a crush developed into something even deeper for him. Even when he brought the strange condition that our marriage will be secret and never public, I didn’t care. He wasn’t like those disgusting perverts that wanted my body and nothing more. I beleievd he respected me. I believed he loved me, he had to feel something for me before he asked me to marry him, right? Either way, I kept my mouth shut. Behind closed doors, I was his wife. In public I was misinterpreted as his mistress. I didn’t care for the jabs and insults, they all meant nothing. Deep down I knew I was m

he murmured, sliding his hands up my back. “We… we can’t do this, I can’t do this with you. It’s too complicated, and I just told you I am married.” I tried to avoid his eyes. “You might find it hard to believe, but that’s the truth.” He smirked at me. “Hmmmmm, you know I know who you really are. You claim to be married, but it’s strange, I have never seen a wedding band on your finger.” He pressed his body against mine, his voice dropping lower. “I know a little secret, Miss Exclusive Stripper.”

I say and he slaps the glass off the table. "You can't just say it like there is no big deal about it! The media will hear of it you know that!" He yells. I frown my face and I go over to him. "Why are you scared? This is just me and you? Why are you behaving like I said you just got married to a stranger?" I ask. He didn't know that I knew of his secret relationship with my best friend. "I know but still, it doesn't make any sense," He says as he scratches his hair again.

After we hung up, I sat on the edge of my bed and pressed both hands over my face. I had once believed that the worst thing Dorico had done was kiss Vivi and tell me our marriage had run its course. That betrayal had been clear. I had seen it with my own eyes. This was different. If he had received my mother's letter before our wedding, then the man I had loved might have known that my marriage was tied to a secret I had never been allowed to understand. And if he had hidden the letter, he had not merely betrayed my trust. He might have taken away my chance to choose whether I wanted to marry him at all.

Prue asked, pushing the uncomfortable thoughts away. "Years." Trish's voice broke on the word. "We've loved each other for years, but the timing was never right. And now... now he's married, and I'm just the other woman. The secret he has to hide. He tells her he's at the office when he is really in my bed." "Oh, Trish." Prue squeezed her hands. "That's terrible. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone who can be with you openly, not someone who has to sneak around."

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

When his grandfather told him that he was to get married, he was surprised and wanted to refuse but when his grandfather mentioned that it was Mara, he immediately agreed. She was a friend of his cousin and always visited their estate. He had always had a crush on her because she was beautiful and had a nice shape at such a young age. He had always had dirty thoughts about her in his head and tried to approach her but she never noticed him but instead was always going after his cousin Logan. He was angry at his cousin for always attracting the things he desires but now who would have thought he will end up marrying the same Mara he has a crush on. Luck was sure shining on his side this past

Cynthia’s POV My best friend is about to marry my crush, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’ve had feelings for Liam since I was little, and it’s my secret. I’ve never told anyone, not even my best friend, Elena. But now, Liam has announced that they are getting married. I struggle to hold back tears, not wanting him to see my pain. “So you’ve fallen in love with her,” I say, trying to keep my voice from trembling.

Setting the cup down, she turned her gaze out the window to where Liam was leaning against his Ferrari, talking on the phone. "What about you?" she asked softly. "How did you decide to marry him?" Cecilia followed her gaze, her cheeks warming slightly. Lost in the moment, the truth slipped out: "We're not really married. It's all fake..." The moment the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake—she'd spilled her secret again. She pressed her lips together in a panic. Eleanor turned to her in shock, disbelief written all over her face. “But didn't the reporters capture footage of your registration documents at City Hall?”