Novel & Cerita My Blissful Marriage Novel

In the days that followed, we began spending time together. Matteo made time to accompany me to prenatal checkups and listened patiently as the doctor explained what I needed to be careful about. When my mood was low, he took me on walks around the estate and told funny stories to cheer me up. He remembered all my preferences and surprised me when I least expected it. I began trying to let go of the pain of the past and slowly accepted this man who was willing to treat me sincerely. Perhaps a marriage alliance was not such a bad thing, after all. It might bring my child and me a truly stable and happy future.

"Your husband?" "Yes, my husband. If you can marry before the divorce, why can't I marry after the divorce? Why are you so bitter?" I took a step forward but Jason pulled me back to him. I was tired of the way he was trying to downplay my marriage. I flicked a brow as realization kicked in. "And if I remember clearly , you have used the two days grant, so what are you doing here?" I asked him. His eyes dropped but he said nothing.

"You've had thirty-one days to breathe since Julian's betrayal. Thirty-one days of drowning while the people who destroyed you toasted their victory. You don't need another moment. You need a weapon. I'm handing you one. Don't insult us both by pretending otherwise." My molars ached from the clench of my jaw. He wasn't wrong. "Fine. Let's get married." The library smelled of old books and leather. The woman beside the marble fireplace looked exactly like someone paid to forget everything she witnessed tonight—silver hair in a severe bun, glasses on a gold chain. The marriage certificate lay on a mahogany desk, blanks filled except for our signatures. I read every line. Devon watched me do it

Maybe my body is trying to tell me I'm secretly enjoying the idea of being married. Amaris hasn't stopped gushing about how amazing Asher and I look together as a married couple. She has been taking hundreds of pictures of us since we said, 'I do'. I haven't had a chance to stop and talk to Asher about everything going on because the reception began straight away. We haven't had a minute to ourselves.

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.

“Wow. For your first time, this is actually very good.” Blaze’s face brightened, his shoulders relaxing, his eyes lighting up. “Really?” I nodded, my smile widening. “Yeah. You’re actually husband goals. It’s a shame you don’t want to get that tag.” Blaze’s face turned bright red, his eyes widening, his posture going rigid. “I… I…” I smirked, taking another bite. “Don’t worry. I’m not dying to marry you.” Blaze let out a strangled noise, his face turning even redder. “You… you’re impossible.”

While she was saying all this, Ayla just kept looking. "Unfortunately, I heard you can't even get a job. That... is to remind you who the real boss is". Sasha said but now, it seemed like Ayla had had enough. Pushing her to the side, she locked her door and began walking away. "I'm getting married to Daniel!!" Sasha yelled and Ayla paused. Sasha smiled, thinking it had gotten to her but then, Ayla turned and moved a bit closer to her. "Congratulations". Ayla said in a really cold but calm tone and walked away.

Blaze is quick to laugh, bitter and full of lies as he attempts to deny her words, insisting he hadn’t been doing such a thing. “Yes, you have,” she scoffs, calling him ridiculous for his futile attempt. “Everyone see’s it. I see it. And I’m over it, Blaze. I don’t want to be here, in this situation, any more than you do. I don’t want to be married or playing the role of some pawn turned into a trophy wife. I’m more than just a business deal now and I’m not just a stranger you have to live with. I am your wife!”

“You should go, BK. Honestly, I’m happy here. Please, don’t disturb the peace I’ve found.” He didn’t answer. Silence filled the room as they stared at each other. The only sounds came from the kitchen, laughter. “Is he the one?” her husband asked quietly. She frowned. Who? Was he referring to Max? She glanced at the kitchen and saw Max looking back at her. He even smiled. “Yes,” she answered without thinking, eyes still on Max. “But you’re still married to me.” BK turned her attention back. “Only on paper. Our agreement said we could be with others. That’s why I never said anything about Cecilia. Or now, Amber. I respected you, so please do the same for me.”

“Cut to the chase, Shyne. I have better things to do.” She took another slow sip of her wine, as if savoring the moment. “You know, it’s funny. For someone who wasn’t meant to be in Blaze’s life, you sure are hanging around longer than expected.” I smirked. “I could say the same for you.” Her eyes flashed, but she didn’t take the bait. “You and I both know this marriage is nothing but a contract,” she said smoothly. “And sooner or later, Blaze will come back to where he belongs—with me.”