More Than A Married Couple Chapter 68 Novels & Stories

#After A Few Months# *Vikesh Pov* “You told me that you are not the last one to get married in your gang?” My wife whom I got married to just a few days back asked looking at me. “Yeah!” I replied nodding at her as I bragged near everyone that I am not the last one like they expected me to be. “But they both are definitely married.” She mumbled pointing at the famous couple in my gang who made everyone run a marathon with their ups and downs for sure with our minds.

“Then we fight for us. Not the contract. Not the expectations. Just us. And everything else be damned.” As they stepped back into the boardroom together, heads held high, hands still intertwined, the air shifted. Executives exchanged subtle nods of acknowledgment. They were no longer just a married couple, no longer just a businessman and his wife. They were a unit, an unbreakable force, standing at the edge of loyalty, love, and power.

DISCLAIMER!!! THE CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL ASSAULT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE READING THAT, KINDLY SKIP TO THE NEXT PART. "Please don't do it. Please." I beg him, tears rolling down my cheeks and he shakes his head. "We are married and married couples have sex all the time, Jo. I don't know why you are making it such a big deal." I cut him off. "You are furious and you are forcing it."

I don’t want him to give me special treatment now that he’s admitted to his wrongs—I just want him to treat me like everyone else. Miles and I have grown closer this past week—if that’s even possible as a married couple. It just feels like everything is falling into place with us now. We have our routine that we do each day—we eat dinner together, have a drink, and then watch a movie if we’re not trying to rip each other’s clothes off. I know we’re still in our honeymoon phase, but God I hope this feeling of excitement whenever he’s around and the need to be near him at all times never fades.

1. Stepson Seed Chapter 1 My husband died six months after our marriage people like to call, a “dream marriage”. They believed it was a love story. You know, he met me, liked me and we decided to get married because I reciprocated the feelings. Meanwhile, i hated the old geezer. Suddenly, he had an heart attack and slumped to his death. Just like that. One day he was barking orders about his empire, the next he was gone. They wanted to put the blame on me, especially the evil witch he called a mother but luckily, autopsy was done and it was confirmed to be heart attack, a condition that had been brewing long before he met me. Now the family policy says I have to move into his old mansion, wh

Chapter Seven: A Message from the Past I suppose sit in the living room with Noah, the silence between us close to tangible. The TV is on, but I hardly register what's playing. Noah seems engrossed—scrolling through his phone with a calm expression, oblivious to the storm inside me. My mind is a million miles away, thinking about Elvis, our meeting, and the promise he made to set me free. I know I should not be holding onto his words, but I just can't help it—after all, I am in a marriage where I am nothing more than a placeholder.

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

Second Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy “You really have no idea who you’re messing with. Apologize now and I promise I won’t destroy you completely,” Justin Gerano growled in anger. “How about I give you a reason to destroy me even more,” she retorted, and the next thing he felt was a sting on his cheek as she had slapped him. “How dare you?!” He roared.

"Meet Marie. My wife. We got married last month in Vegas." The room went silent. Greg’s face turned a shade of purple that matched the wine. Marrying a woman they had never met? A woman who clearly had a child from a previous life? It was everything Greg hated. But Greg’s anger was nothing compared to the seismic shift happening on the other side of the table.

Outside the city came past in the dark, the same city, indifferent and bright and entirely unchanged by what had happened today, and inside the car was warm and her feet were on the dashboard and they were married and the door was closed and there was no draught, just as he had promised, just the warm room and the long life in front of them and the ordinary extraordinary fact of being somewhere, completely, with both feet. End of Chapter 66