Novel & Cerita Mike He Menikah

There is a certain air to him, he seems ruthless, cold… and as miserable as I am to be here. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of Dimitri Nikolayevich Ivanov and Victoria Solis…” Dimitri, that is his name. I sigh. Am I really marrying this man I know nothing about? Isn’t it ridiculous that I am finding what his name is at the altar? Well… not exactly the altar, since we don’t share the same religion this wedding is non-denominational, but I mean… the whole ordeal is just ridiculous!

Levi descended the stairs with a slight limp. In the living room, she caught sight of Mike and Trisha being unusually sweet with each other, and she couldn’t help but grimace at the scene. Shaking her head, she made her way to the kitchen to prepare some milk. “Good morning. I thought you and Mike were supposed to get married? Why does he have another woman hanging on him?” Melba asked, her tone laced with gossip. “Yes, but that was only a contract marriage—just two years. If you read stories on apps like online reading platform you’d understand what I mean,” Levi explained casually.

"Ms. Erin, do you take Mr. Declan to be your husband, for richer or for poorer..." I looked at the man who had given me a second chance at life and answered, my voice soft but firm. "I do." We smiled at each other and, under a shower of rose petals, shared a deep and loving kiss. New York, the penthouse office of the Connor Tower. Santino sat behind his massive desk, watching the wedding livestream on his computer—an event with no media invitations that had nonetheless been leaked by one of his own sources. On the screen, Erin was smiling, a radiant, genuine happiness he had never been able to give her.

“I’ll treat you right from now on.” When I loved someone, my feelings were impossible to hide. The same went for my hatred. I lowered my head so he could not see my expression. The reporters started filing in, and the show began. Jonas was the first to speak. “I invited everyone here to clarify something. Jeanine Smith and I broke up ages ago, and we aren’t married. “Celine and I are in our honeymoon period. All those rumors online are merely slander. “Jeanine is here right now. You can ask her if you have any questions.”

Shane said quietly, walking in. “So are you,” the old man replied with a tired smile. Shane walked up to him, took his hand, and kissed his knuckles. But Martin's eyes drifted over Shane’s shoulder—as if searching for someone. “Where is your wife?” he asked, his tone hopeful, expectant. Shane froze for a moment. The question had been inevitable. Although his marriage to Alissa was never meant to last, Martin adored her. She had once spent an entire summer abroad caring for him after a stroke.

It was an exchange. "Do you, Catherine Holloway, take Michael Rowling to be your legitimately married spouse?" The inquiry snapped me back to the real world. I could feel everybody's eyes on me, their judgment weighty in the air. Kaila's penetrating look was the most keen of all, quietly telling me to agree. "I do," I said, my voice consistent notwithstanding the confusion twirling inside me. Mike didn't to such an extent as squint when it was his move. His "I do" was conveyed with a similar disconnected accuracy he applied to all the other things.

he says, feigning nonchalance. “My name isn’t Veronica, it’s Evelyn.” Luke flashes her a sheepish smile. “Right, sorry. I get those mixed up sometimes. Anyway, this is Maggie—my wife.” He lifts my hand, showing off my wedding ring, and I nearly choke. What is happening? Evelyn glares at me. “You married this scumbag?” I don’t know what to say, so I just nod. “You should divorce him,” she snaps. “He spends one night with you and disappears the next. Who does that?”

She muttered in shock. The bathroom door creaked open, and Micheal stepped out while drying his hair. His chest was exposed down to the V line below his smooth torso, where a towel hung around. Even though a storm of panic swirled in her chest, she wanted to drool over his hot morning look. He paused when he saw her. “Hey, you're awake.” Chelsea went pale. “What the actual fuck, Mike?” He frowned. “What?” “I didn't know you could…” The words stuck. “Our parents are getting married, and this happened.”

He almost laughed, “As far as the public is aware you are not related to the Afonso’s. And the immediate Afonso you are related to will really want you to do what you want. I won’t tie you down just because you are married to me. If this was the sort of freedom you seek, then it’s fine by me.” “But my parents…” His hand on her lips made her keep quiet. “I am not your parents. I am your husband, and what any husband wants for his wife is happiness.” He smiled. “As long as there is no other guy having fun with you. If you want to have fun that involves a guy, I am always available.” He wriggled his brow and earned an honest laughter from her. “What’s the fun if there is no guy there?” She joke

His expression slowly changed when he saw the picture of his daughter. There is a photo of Cindy hugging a man, the two of them hugging and kissing. Mr. Brian was so angry, he threw all the furniture on the floor, mumbling. "She turned down the marriage I arranged for her just to be with another man." He looked up at John. "Who is this?" "I investigated this guy's background. He is Mike, a famous singer today. He lives in a mansion in downtown Y. His father died early, he has a mother. and his sister, but they don't live with him. His mother runs a fashion store." John said.