Novel & Cerita My Happy Marriage Volume 7

Noah, on the other hand, had squandered his position as the Brookes' legitimate heir, indulging in a life of leisure with no responsibilities. At the café, soft, melodic music played in the background. Howard flashed me a smile. "Do you remember this song?" I nodded; it was my favorite piece from Argusia. He had waited in line for ages to get tickets to bring me to the concert. "You haven't changed a bit," he remarked. I laughed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" "Still not planning to divorce?" I shook my head. "Divorce? That's impossible. I need this marriage to protect my assets worth over a hundred million."

Ashley I don't know what's more shocking is the fact that my husband, the man who rejected me ten years ago, has his hand on my thighs or the red booklet on the dashboard. It was just a blink! Just a blink! Is that how easy it is to get married? No wonder the cause of most pain starts from marriage. They should be banned for future human sake. “Where are we going?” I decided to push aside all my thoughts and tried to question. Keep a calm and collected front. I reminded myself. Failing to remove his hand from my thighs was already getting under my skin.

No acting. Clara poked her arm. “WHAT the hell, girl? Two months ago, you were all ready to ditch your oh-so-boring husband the second he came back. You were practically drafting your divorce speech.” Now look at Grace—totally smitten. In like… what, four weeks? Guess being ridiculously hot really is a superpower. And her husband? He wasn’t just hot. He was devastating. “That was before we actually got to know each other,” Grace admitted. “Now that we do… he’s actually kind of sweet.”

He planted a sweet kiss on my knuckles. "Can you make me a promise then?" he asked. I nodded. "Anything." "When things get hard and you can't recognise me anymore, promise me you'll always remember this feeling of me being human." "Dom-" "It's gonna keep on getting worse and pressure will mount, stakes rising so high we might be forced to make some hurtful decisions that'll remind us both we married for a revenge plan and before we met, we had priorities." His words drew a dagger to my chest. Deep down, the voice always echoed, reminding me that this was the honeymoon phase.

Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected turn of events could indeed pave the way for a more peaceful and harmonious future. ON THE OTHER SIDE In a cozy living room with warm lighting. Maheen sits on a plush couch with her phone in hand, while Zoahib paces around with his phone in his ear, a joyful excitement in their voices. Maheen: (smiling) Zoahib, are you there? Zohaib: (grinning) Yes, Maheen, I'm here. Can you believe it? We're finally getting married! Maheen: (giggling) I know, it's like a dream come true. I can't stop smiling.

The retching that is a consequence of her annoying joy, prevents me from being calm and everything gets worse when the notary wants to give a speech about what love and marriage means. “Get to the point.” says my mother and I. “Oh... well. “She's so desperate to be mine, excuse her.” says Lake smiling. “Keep it up and we'll break records on the marriage that ends in the death of one of them too quickly. “So sweet, my dear wife.” says Lake smiling. “He really has a death wish.” says the notary, but, that doesn't diminish Lake's fictional joy. A joy that is too annoying.

Andy’s POV: “You really want this, huh?” Harris whispered in my ear, we were dancing to a slow song, “why not? Look how happy they are!” I said, grinning at him, he smiled looking at Tress and David. They were officially a husband and wife. “What would you do if someday you’ll find that person…I forgot you already did” Harris rolled his eyes, I gave him an annoyed look, he had no idea it was him, and it bothered me so much, that I looked away from him.

That I would like one night in my own bed before stepping into his house as his wife. She steps closer, placing both hands on my shoulders in a gesture that is meant to reassure. Her grip is light, but it anchors me in place. “I know it’s a lot to take in. But in time you will adjust.” Adjust. The word echoes in my head as I nod. People adjust to new jobs. New cities. I suppose people adjust to marriages too. Behind her, I notice movement in my peripheral vision. Stephano steps into the room without announcing himself, stopping a few feet away with a faint frown on his face. He doesn't look surprised to find us talking. He looks impatient.

Zach laughed, "Problems are inevitable, my son. Just remember that a happy wife makes a happy home. You should always make her happy, apologize even when you are not wrong, and not allow any third parties into your marriage, especially women. That has worked for your mom and me and looking at Cora, I believe it should too." "I agree to that," Cora's father replied. "Cheers to a life of happiness with your beloved," Olsen said lifting his glass. "Thank you so much," Reign replied clinking glasses with all of them. Meanwhile, Cora, who had changed her outfit sat with Paige, Tiffany, Emily, and Paris while they all shared their love stories and how they met their partners. "What about you, Pari

After that bloody massacre, I desperately longed for a home. So, when my wolf awakened and recognized Drew, I didn't hesitate to form a mate bond with him, even though he had nothing to his name. I naively believed that hard work alone would improve this family. Instead, he rushed to the battlefield on the day of our wedding and vanished for three years. Then, Leo came along. He used to be a pup who could make everyone go soft. "Where have you been this past month, Jenny?" Leo asked. I remained silent.