My Betrothal Partner And The Secrets We Share Novels & Stories

"What can I do for you?" "I'm not sure if my husband already told you about the circumstances but—," "Yes, Mr. Moretti already informed me how confidential this must be. Don't worry, you can trust me, dear. I have been working for the family for decades," she reassured me and I awkwardly nodded. I took a deep breath and lifted up the hem of my top, exposing my scar that forms the word 'slut'. This is the first time I showed it to someone other than Keith and Matteo and I feel a deep sense of shame and embarrassment right now. It's deeply humiliating.

But then he got ahead of her. "Don't say anything. I'm heartbroken, but I'm okay. And don't worry. I'll keep my promise." He let out a soft grunt. He didn't seem to like how Anna was trying to look alright. "Don't push yourself too hard. This is just the beginning of our marriage. You can cry if you need to. Remember, we promised to share everything, right?" He reminded her. The marriage she offered was not hiding each other's wounds but sharing them to heal them together.

Our shared secrets have strengthened our trust and brought us closer as never before. Giulia: Bernardo, I'm thrilled that you share this with me. It is an honor to know your deepest secrets. I feel that our connection is getting stronger with every moment we share. Bernardo: Giulia, you are the only person I feel comfortable with to open my heart in this way. Our journey together is so significant to me, and I am grateful to be able to share my life with you.

"No! why did you have to kiss me like that if you wanted to postpone things?!" Amalthea was upset with her betrothed for playing her like that. He placed a finger over her lips, she bit it hard, not giving it back to him. He waited patiently until she got bored and released his finger. He placed it back over her lips. 'Alright, he was not done yet then.' She gave him her full attention, gluing her dark eyes to his identical ones. "Let us have our own ceremony, to the rest of the beings in this world you will still be my betrothed, but between you and I, we will know that we are path partners."

he finished it while looking in her eyes, dominating her and intimidating her" Our wedding is supposed to be a secret. " Enjoy reading it :) Love to all <3

“Then we must keep her safe, Cedric. At all costs.” He joined her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “I will.” A long silence fell between them, broken only by the rustling trees outside. “I thought I was protecting you,” she whispered. “From heartbreak. From entanglements. From scandal. But perhaps… perhaps I was only delaying your destiny.” Cedric smiled faintly. “Then maybe it’s time to stop delaying.” A breeze moved the curtains, soft and cool. As the evening deepened, the two stood in quiet unity, bound by a secret that tied the past, present, and future together. A secret born from venom, sealed with a vow, and now, destined to be fulfilled.

His tone was sharp and accusing, as if he couldn't believe I had betrayed him in such a way. “I’m married to Ryan Fitzgerald,” I said, my voice breaking as tears welled up in my eyes. “Or will I say betrothed,” I added, feeling the weight of my words. “Wait, you’re engaged to my brother?” he said, his voice cracking with shock and disbelief. I could tell he was struggling to process the information, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. I stood there in silence, unable to speak or even breathe. The revelation was like a punch to the gut, and I felt the ground shifting beneath my feet.

“We are miles away from our peers. No one is going to see anything, because they're busy in drowning themselves with drinks and their partners.” “Derek…” “Look, I love you. But we both know we can’t be together openly. You’re betrothed to someone else, and you don’t want anyone finding out about us. I get it. I respect that. But while we're alone... can't we at least have this much? Even if all we can ever be is a secret, I'm willing to accept it. Because at the end of the day, your happiness matters more to me than my own. And honestly? I'm tired of sitting here listening to you talk about your mate every five minutes.”

She was exactly my type. I got up and looked at her, offering her a smile. "Hello, fiancee. I'm Austin Bradford." The staff next to us exclaimed in shock at once. "Wait! He really is Ms. Pearson's fiance?" "No wonder he was acting so ruthless!" He had Ms. Pearson backing him up all along!" "I don't think that's the case, though. Something feels off. We still have to see whose side Ms. Pearson is on!"

I can’t wait to celebrate at your wedding! The mafia world was always shrouded in secrecy. The Vittorio family would never disclose accurate information to outsiders. She wasn’t part of the inner circle. How did she know about my supposed wedding? Startled, I tapped into Leonardo’s Facebook profile. His profile picture and cover photo had all been changed to pictures of me. Even his bio had been updated. [My one and only love, Madeline.] I was utterly speechless. In the previous lifetime, no matter how much I begged, he had never once shown even the slightest affection for me in public. Yet now, after losing me, he suddenly wanted to repent?