My Sweet Second Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

I could only do so much as jerk violently while he finished inside of me, the both of us panting heavily. "We didn't have a wedding night when we first got married, you remember?" He wiped the sweat off his face. "Yeah, but it doesn't matter. We've been given a second chance at love and I'm so grateful for it," I blushed, stroking his hair. THE END It had been a bumpy ride while writing this book, but I'm glad that I got to finish up with the perfect ending that you all will love. Don't forget to support my book with your comments and reviews, it will mean a lot to me to hear your views about this book.

“Our first marriage was supposed to last one year.” “I remember.” “I never thought we'd make it this far.” “Neither did I.” She smiled. “Now we're planning another wedding.” “A real one.” Maya laughed. “Our first one was real.” Damon looked at her. “Not the way this one will be.” She understood. Their first marriage had been built around an arrangement. Their second would be built around choice. She reached for his hand. “I want to make one promise.” Damon looked at her. “What?”

I will not allow this marriage to take place, or else my name is not Ethan Lam, worthy son of Lam descent. Maieil I'm getting married in two days. Time passed too quickly for my liking. In truth, I was hoping the date was even longer. I was hoping that an event would take place and that this marriage would be annulled. I don't realize that in a period of a year, I'm getting married twice. That's crazy track. But maybe it's the key to get Dinam out of my mind and heart forever. I also remember this period when Dinam were about to get married. I felt no love for him. I didn't feel much excitement either. But today, he remains the object of my thoughts night and day. Who knows if I will also en

That’s a little note for my new readers. For old readers, thanking you all for starting this new journey with me and for your support throughout the first book. I hope to see you all supporting me throughout this novel. I love you all and I can’t appreciate you guys any less. ~Here is a little recap of what went down in the first book~ After Missy got married with the city’s most hated man who was termed a beast for his rumored cruelty towards his past wives. She realized there is more to the rumor and more to her marriage as she found out she’s a living image of his first love and the only difference was her age and some little details that only the most observant would notice.

Lenka Some say that second chances never work out. That they only lead to more destruction and are ultimately a waste of time. But in my opinion, at this moment, our second chance is going surprisingly well. As a result, our relationship seems better—remarkably so. Michael is completely different from how he was during our first marriage. He’s incredibly sweet now and often whispers words of love to me. Mute... I used to hear that word so often. It would tear my heart apart because he would shout it angrily and then curse. Everything he said to me back then felt like it was meant to break me.

"My baby... my sweet baby. Allie, why? Why would you do this? You took everything from me! You’re going to pay for this. You murderer..." The words echoed like thunder in Allie’s mind. Paul approached Nick, his voice firm but weary. “Nick, this whole mess started with you. What do you intend to do about it?” Nick’s gaze remained distant, as if he hadn’t heard a word. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, emotionless. “I’ll marry Cher.” The room fell silent. Maria was the first to break it. “Nick, are you out of your mind? The child is gone! There’s no reason to tie yourself to this woman. You’re a Lawson—your future marriage should be meaningful, not some rash decision!”

Then her eyes darted towards her face and her husband's. She was smiling in there. Aside from that, there's a slight smile etching on Tan's lips. His hand on her waist. Tan looked like he was holding her like he was telling the world she was his. Again. Elaine smiled at the thought. Not caring where her hope would take her. It doesn't matter. As long as she was with him. There were so many articles about second marriages that she had come across. According to it, second marriages are more likely to fail. But remarrying the same spouse tells a different story. Somehow, Elaine was holding on to that.

"That's what matters now. Not how long it took." I thought about the whole difficult shape of the past eighteen months, the wedding, Maya's cruelty, the board reviews, Danforth, Carter, the second will, Elena's slow, careful reunion with Victor, Stacy's surgeries, and finally, after everything, this quiet terrace, this settled family, this child growing steadily toward a life none of us could have predicted from where we'd all started. "I love you," I told her, the words arriving easily now, unrehearsed, exactly the way Rebecca had once promised they eventually would.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"Greta, I was honestly shocked when Owen confessed to me that day. That's why I couldn't defend you at the moment. "I really like Owen. He promised me he'd give me everything I've ever wanted." After a brief pause, she whispered, "I've heard that Bruce is pretty cold-hearted. Marrying you could just be a way for him to take over your family's hospital. You should be careful." As I looked at Poppy's pretentious smile, I couldn't help but sneer to myself. Before her wedding, Poppy had been a genuine friend. But once she married, she transformed into a sister-in-law who seemed to take pleasure in my misery.