Married To His Secret Crush นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"So now you're playing hard to get? I should've known. Go ahead and plan your little wedding. I love Ceryn. I'm marrying Ceryn. You make me sick." Click. He hung up before I could finish. Whatever. He'd find out soon enough—I wasn't marrying him. Shane and I grew up next door, childhood sweethearts wrapped in one big, happy family. When we got older, our parents arranged the engagement. But in my last life, he suddenly wanted out—to marry someone else. I said no. We fought. Still married him anyway. After the wedding? He was never around. When I finally got pregnant, he moved in with Ceryn Schuck. Unless it was a family event, he ghosted me.

That may be true. "We both know marriage is not one of my agendas this year or next year or anytime soon. Cess is still in college and Iñigo is still in 8th grade" I said. "Yeah right. Just be honest. You and your commitment issues" she said. I chuckled in disbelief. "Says the other single lady in the room" I said. She laughed. "True" she said and we both laughed. "Isn't anyone courting you? Or atleast flirting with you?" I asked her in disbelief

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

"You're engaged?" Anna shook her head calmly. "I'm married." She kept her voice as calm as her expression was. She had decided to tell her, hadn't he? "What? Married?" "Yes, and to David Byrne." Suddenly, Jenny pounded on her desk. It wasn't anger but a reaction of surprise. She then got up from her chair and rushed to her. "How? I mean, when did you get married? And why wasn't there an invitation for that?" Anna smiled weakly in guilt. "It was complicated at first, so I wanted it to be a secret. But since I'm pregnant, there will be an announcement soon, and the world will know about me."

I came one final time with him, shaking uncontrollably around his pulsing cock. Adrian stayed buried deep inside me, breathing hard against my neck as the sounds of the wedding party grew louder outside. He kissed my shoulder possessively, then whispered against my ear: “I’m marrying her… but you’re going to be my secret wife. My car will pick you up after the honeymoon. This isn’t over.”

“You know my situation. My mom and I have a complicated past. I don’t want you to be judged because of me. And I don’t want to be a weakness that people can exploit. You shouldn’t have to deal with that. Felix, you’re amazing. You deserve better.” He leaned in closer. “So, it’s not that you don’t like me?” My ears burned with embarrassment. “I don’t like you.” “That’s fine. We don’t have to be in love right away. We can figure that out after we’re married.” Felix reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a ring. He slipped it onto my finger. “We’re getting married tomorrow.” I stared at him, stunned. He spoke with a mix of casualness and sincerity, “I’m not kidding.”

she says and walks out. I'm left alone. I have so many questions. Why did Lucy do this to her fiancé? Why am I caught in the middle? I've never felt so lost. Present Day I'm walking to my husband's office. I'm excited and nervous. I have a little gift for our third anniversary. I can't wait to see his face when he learns our big news. I say hi to people as I walk by. No one knows I'm married to Mike Lightwood, the big boss. We got married in secret.

The year I turned 19, I met my father's adopted brother, Luca Ferraro, for the first time. He was the most ruthless Don in all of Sicily, and on paper, he was my uncle. That day, he looked into my eyes and couldn't seem to tear his gaze away. From then on, I was his personal assistant by day, never more than a step from his side. By night, he tore my stockings and took me on his desk. For five years, I was his secret lover. He had me wear red dresses and get a rose tattooed on my thigh. He turned me into exactly what he liked best. Then Sofia Russo, the woman he'd never gotten over, came home. He walked out of a meeting with his men to pick her up at the airport. I followed him there and saw

Getting seven drunk bodies to their room was ridiculously hard, Mom and Dad were easy to get into their rooms, all I had to do was pull Mom along and Dad followed in pursuit of his wife but getting the guys into their rooms was terrible except for Kristrin on the other hand. It was great bringing Kristrin to his, I got to hear all the dirty things his little mind wouldn't say out loud, and I even made sure to get it recorded, He was a cute blabbering mess but I kinda felt like a bad person for listening. "You are really prettyyyy, I plan to get you knocked up the moment we get married" He revealed the first secret to me. It was a lucky thing he was drunk and not able to see my tomato face. H

Was he that afraid of her finding out I was his wife? If he’d just looked for one more second, he would’ve known he wasn’t signing away a shipment of goods. But his eyes were already stolen by the girl in the doorway. Our marriage was a secret. Besides our parents, no one knew. I fell for him in college, chased him relentlessly for four years, and got nowhere. For three years after graduation, I still couldn’t let him go. Then, one day, I found him ambushed by a rival family, bleeding out in an alley and barely alive. I saved him.