Mission To Remarry Novelheart Novels & Stories

When the car stopped at the Hall family villa, it was already past seven in the evening. The sky was completely dark. As Jessica got out of the car, May Hall came up to her. “Baby, why did you come back so suddenly?” Jessica walked to her side. “It’s because I have something to discuss with Mom and Dad.” May had been holding back all day, and now that she saw Jessica, she couldn’t help herself. “Dear, tell me, are you really planning to remarry that boy from the Thomas family?”

But if there was any trace of soft-heartedness, how could he easily leave her, and how can he say that it was not important whether the child was kept or not? All of Mian's beautiful imagination has been shattered. This marriage was a dream, and it really should end. She slowly moved her head to look out the window, but the next second the door was pushed open. She felt some movements meaning someone had just entered. Before Mian could turn back, he was pulled from the hospital bed. The person who came was Mian's mother-in-law Adda Barak. Adda Barak learned today that her grandchild and she was about to explode. Mian was really a useless waste, even the child in the belly couldn’t be saved!

The Queen says. LUCY. I stare at both my mom and my mother in law in surprise because God knows I never liked Remy and I never see us getting along. The thing is my spirit as for once accepted him as a friend. " I thought I was going to be married back to my Adebayo, I love Remy so much and I plan to spend the rest of my life with him, please help me bring me and Remy back together, please" I said. The queen held my hand and look into my eyes.

“Something outrageous. With a pulley system and a trapdoor. Something that says ‘adventure’ and ‘home’ all at once.” She smiled, her heart a warm, full ache in her chest. This was the man she had married. Not the besieged strategist, but the builder of treehouses. “I got a letter today,” she said softly. “From Rachel Mirren.” She felt him go still. “And?” “She’s written a book. About power, coercion, and the failure of institutions. She wants to dedicate it to ‘the resilience of survivors.’ She asked for our blessing.” The ghost of their old life, reaching out in the form of a dedication. Not a threat, but an acknowledgment.

Christian sat there, letting her pat his back. "You need a fresh start," Gemma murmured. "I mean… with someone who actually cares about your heart and will stand by your side through everything. Once the mourning period is over... you can make me your wife, Christian. I'm ready. I've always been ready to give you everything she couldn't." Christian closed his eyes in the dark, holding the cold, melted ring tight in his hand, completely unaware that far across the ocean, his dead wife was alive—carrying new life under a warm Italian sun.

Her story became a beacon of hope, inspiring those who sought redemption and a chance at a brighter future. In the midst of our collective healing, a new chapter in our lives unfolded. Ava and Adrian's wedding became a celebration of love, resilience, and second chances. Surrounded by family and friends, we exchanged vows, pledging our commitment to each other and to the unwavering belief that love had the power to overcome even the greatest of trials.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the weight of emotion wash through me. For so long I thought Bright and I could never find our way back to each other, that the damage was too great. But fate —or maybe something stronger— had decided to give us another chance. A second wedding. A new promise. A family. “Mamá…” I said softly. “I’m happy. Truly happy. Marrying Bright again feels like… everything bad is finally behind us.” She smiled and caressed my cheek tenderly.

Having said that, Henry rushed toward Renee. I sat silently, watching Henry and William attend to Renee, noting the look of heartbreak on their faces with a surge of deep envy. I finally understood that this was the true power of the protagonist, to command the unwavering devotion of both men, who were ready to give up everything for her. I snapped out of my daze as the doctor called for me. I went into the consultation room and was told that I was suffering from multi-organ failure; my life was nearing its end.

Gratitude, wonder, and unspoken connection. I looked around at everyone, Abby, Ralph and his parents are here too, Chen, Karen, and my husband Dante. Something felt washed over me. This wasn’t just a recovery room; this was a sacred space stitched together by love, by timing, and by loyalty. The door suddenly opened and a woman strode inside. A relief escaped from her face as soon as her eyes landed on me. “Hi.”

"This house isn't a charity. If you don't want Mr. Meyer, fine. Go find some other man willing to give away 200 grand for you. Otherwise, shut up and do as you're told." My cheek was swollen, stinging with every breath. I stared at my parents, baffled by how shamelessly biased and selfish they were. Even though I'd already lost hope in this family long ago, I still wanted an explanation. "Why?" My voice cracked, heavy with pain. "Why is Audrey the chosen one, and I'm just the one you want to sell off? We're identical twins. I'm your daughter, too. Why do you hate me so much that you'd marry me off to a 60-year-old man just so you could organize a grand wedding for her?"