My Sweet Second Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

It was better if I intimated him about my feelings concerning marriage. 'People are always talking about marriage but I think it is overrated', I said. Then smiling up at him, I asked, 'What do you think about it?' 'About what?' he asked, clearly thrown. 'About marriage', I said easily. 'I... I..', he stammered, looking at me strangely. 'I can understand why you have changed your opinion about marriage but marriage can be very sweet if you find the right partner and I can assure you that I have found the right partner and I believe our marriage shall be paradise on earth!'

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

It landed amid a scattering of coasters and Wendell's half-empty teacup, the burned edges curling like accusing fingers. Wendell sighed heavily, finally closing his book with a soft thud and setting it aside. His gnarled hand reached out, snatching the paper without a glance at her face. He held it up to the lamplight, squinting at the faded text. "Ten million for a fake marriage," he read aloud, his tone flat and unimpressed, as if reciting a grocery list. His sharp blue eyes—faded but piercing—scanned the signatures at the bottom: Charlotte's elegant loop beside Howard's bold stroke. A faint, knowing smile tugged at his weathered lips, but it held no warmth. He tossed it back onto the tabl

I paused, halting my advance to kiss her; instead, I locked my eyes with her as our heated breaths mingled in the air. "Are you done?" She coolly brushed her fingertips across her lips. "Mr. Philip Cornell, I know you're h0rny, but it seems you've forgotten that our marriage is over." A sly grin curled upon my lips. Pressing my body against hers, I felt my hardened groin, yearning for the touch of her pvssy beneath the fabric. Damn it! Perhaps my yearning for Sarah had intensified during her year-long absence. I yearned for her with an insatiable hunger before, that craving has transformed into an inferno of desire, raging fiercely within me, burning brighter with each passing moment.

Sweet lord. As my fangs pierced Marley’s throat, I could taste the sweetness which came from her blood and the opioid effect of her pleasure. Hot blood washed into my mouth, warming me through, sitting heavy in my belly. My pace increased, my hips ramming against hers as I plundered her beautiful body. She was mine. After two years of pining after the one woman I couldn't have, Marlene Brennan was finally mine. Marley lay under me, moaning; back arching; on the verge of an orgasm and I was the cause. That delerious thought, dancing around in my head, making this all the more exciting, and unbelieveable.

This idiot… me. I would’ve gladly married her if it had happened normally but by her actions and the fact that she had admitted that this was only to get out of poverty, to be famous, it confirmed that Nikita had always been right, I had fallen for the wrong person. These women were all the same, all the fucking same! Author's note: Thanks for reading! This book officially starts on August 11/August 12, 2021. Thursday (12:39pm). If you haven't read Millionaire's Hot Secretary (the story of Tristan's parents) yet, you can check it out now. Indy and Tristan's marriage was planned from the Epilogue🙃.

We got a second chance to fix our marriage, and I didn’t waste that opportunity. And while fixing our marriage, throughout the road, I also manage to fix our relationship with his family. That leads us through our real happily ever after. Love is indeed sweeter the second time around. ___________________ F I N ___________________

A sweet pain I couldn’t describe fully. I loved Azek, but I hated the emotional trauma that came with loving him. On the other hand, Reed was as lovable as Azek maybe a bit more, but I couldn’t be with Reed because I was married to Azek and that fact ate me up mercilessly. A few minutes into our drive, we came up to a crossroad where the traffic light showed red. As we waited, a familiar car pulled up beside us. My gaze strayed away from Reed towards the driver in the car beside ours.

“I didn't move on to Deimos. We fell in love.” “Did you now?” My face hurts from the smile I'm keeping. “You tell me. I wasted 6 years with Max, only to find him cheating on me. I'm getting married to Deimos in less than 2 months.” She faces me slowly and stares me dead in the eyes. My chest feels hollow. The cups sit on the table as if frozen in time. “Must be nice– love. Marriage is an enslaver that breaks your legs and commands you to do the bidding of the one you swore an oath to... but all will be well as long as you have love, don't you think?” She muses to herself, looking at the empty space behind me. “Why didn't I think of that all these years?”

He used my love as a lubricant for his pleasure, and now I'm being discarded with the label of not good enough to marry. “We’ve been together for over two years!” “I know. But marriage is different, Hazel. I can’t just marry a random woman, can I?” Random? I clenched my jaw, my eyes burning and stinging. My lower body was still throbbing from his brutal friction just minutes ago, but my logic was much clearer now. Pain had a way of sharpening reality. “We’re done, Marco,” I said firmly, though my hands trembled violently beneath the blanket. “Don’t ever contact me again. I… don’t want to see you anymore.”