My Sweet Second Marriage Full Novels & Stories

In seconds, I stared down at a black stone twinkling up at me. “I don’t want a perfect life,” he continued. “I don’t want a quiet one. I want ours. With your morning grumbles and cold feet. With your chaos and that awfully sweet, diabetes-inducing coffee.” I laughed through the tears. “It’s not that bad—” “It’s terrible,” he deadpanned, but even that wavered. “And I want it. I want all of it. Elena… will you marry me? Again?” My breath caught in my throat. My heart felt too heavy. “I married you already,” I whispered, raising the ring on my finger to him. “Remember?”

Then she continued to say sadly, “Now, her first love has finally come back! They finally have a chance to get back together. But unfortunately, his family had arranged for him to get married! So, if Sweetie doesn’t show up, he’ll have to marry another girl!” “Please, sir! You are a good man. Everything else can be destroyed, but marriage must live on. Can you please release her from the contract and let her go home to meet with the cherished love of her heart? Or else I’m worried that she would miss out on her true love again and have to jump off from the rooftop of the Dallas Entertainment...” Dolly made a pitiful plea, and her acting was moving.

Damon hesitated, giving me a look before stepping back, just far enough to give us space but still close enough to step in if needed. Nicholas didn't wait. He closed the distance between us, towering over me. The same Nicholas who used to shout at me, who made me cry, now stood here, shuddering in front of me. I stole a glance at the few people passing by us and I said, “Yes, Mr. Chavez?” My voice was cold. Very cold. I remembered everything in a flash. The day we got married, the day we moved into his new estate, the day our lovely marriage started to fall apart.

At first, I think that she’s not going to answer, but she says something that I don’t expect to my utter shock. “Did you know that yesterday would have been my second wedding anniversary?” My eyes widen, and my jaw clenches with anger. Tilting my head with a scowl, I mutter. “What?” Sage gives me a sad smile and continues. “Yeah, I was supposed to be married to my high school sweetheart two years ago. That is until I caught him cheating on me.” My face loses some of its rigidity in the face of her pain. “What happened?” I ask softly.

My photo with Willyam when we spent the holidays together 8 months ago. I sat for a moment and stared at the photo in silence, the memories from before the photo was taken came back to my mind. When Willyam and I spent a day together on vacation at the beach. Those memories will definitely never be forgotten. Beautiful and so memorable when together with loved ones. But that was before, now it's just a memory. Now Willyam and I have different paths. And maybe now Willyam is married to Mia Loranne, because after all that woman is just like me, pregnant. I smiled bitterly at the photo, and let out a deep breath. Who would have thought that now I would be like this? Being the second wife of my

He chuckled at her sentence. "We are married." He said with an amusing smirk when he added. "I just realized that, I am married to the best person in the world who can fulfill my needs only." His black midnight eyes were getting darker. “You married me forcefully.” I couldn’t help the smile coming across my lips while my heart was thundering in my chest at his proximity. The nurse could have walked any time. “But I married you with love the second time.” He rasped against my lips. “You kissed me forcefully at first.” I complained again.

CARA’S P.O.V I can’t believe that I’m getting married in six months. I looked at myself in the mirror and happiness shone from within. Just two more months and I will be a married woman, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. It was always my dream, a bride on her wedding day is the closest thing to a queen… but that’s not why I wanted to get married, I wanted to get married because I feel that marriage is one of the most sacred things in the world. I mean, how can it not be sacred when the main reason and source of marriage come from a magic so pure and so real…love! And I am in love, I’m crazily in love with Alexander La’Vardo, and the love that I feel for him, has me bursting with hap

The question echo in my head. "Trust me.." I heard his voice again and a part of me wants to stay back, but the part of me who loves the man and will go miles away with me was stronger. "Okay." I nod and he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead. "Thank you, thank you." He said with joy in his voice, the tune of his voice was so happy that it seems like I had just accepted a marriage proposal. "We have to leave and we have to leave now." He told me and held my hands in a tight grip. "Let's go."

“At least we’re happy, which is more than I can say for a marriage of convenience.” The jab was aimed directly at Robert and Grace, who had married without love and ended up losing Archer in the process. Robert’s face darkened, but he couldn’t come up with a retort. The atmosphere at the table grew noticeably heavier. Halfway through the meal, Mark’s phone rang. He looked a bit embarrassed as he glanced at the grandparents and muttered an apology before stepping out to take the call. Before leaving the dining room, they heard him answer, “Hi, Mom.”

she started slowly, “he wasn’t really like this when I first met him.” Her eyes drifted somewhere far away, back into memories that still had the power to sting. “He was a nice guy… someone who was recovering from a heartbreak from his ex, the same woman he’s married to now. We bonded over that pain. I tried to help him move on, and eventually, we got married. I thought he was the one.” She gave a small, humorless laugh. “Guess I was wrong.” I didn’t interrupt. Her voice was fragile, steady one moment and trembling the next, like someone who had carried too much weight for too long and didn’t know how to set it down anymore.