Novel & Cerita Novel Galang Musuh Jadi Suami

He looks at me like I’ve handed him something embarrassing. “I don’t understand,” I say. “This is what I trained for. This is who I am.” “You’re my wife now.” He doesn’t look up from his papers. “That’s who you are.” “But Adrian…” His fingers pause briefly on the paper before he speaks. “I don’t care about your little hobby. The conversation is over.” I open my mouth to argue. To tell him that music isn’t a hobby, it’s my blood, my breath, the only thing that makes me feel like myself.

Sang balita terkikik kegelian bulu-bulu kasar di sekitar rahang Andra. "A-apa? Pak Andra sudah gila apa? Bapak bukan suamiku, tapi calon suami orang lain. Bagaimana mungkin aku bisa serumah dengan pria yang bukan suami aku, terus kalau Mbak Syahara nanti nanti gimana?"

Alan moved before I could blink. His hand shot out, fingers locking around Gal’s shirt like he was about to snap him in half, but Gal didn’t flinch. He just stepped in front of me, letting Alan’s hand twist into his collar like it was nothing. A puff of smoke left his mouth lazy, slow. “This the asshole you were crying over?” Gal said, blowing the smoke straight into Alan’s face. “You didn’t say you were married, that makes things more interesting.”

"You don't get to do this. You don't get to walk in here like you have any right to be here." Her smile didn't waver. "I have every right to be here. I'm your wife." "No." He shook his head, his jaw tight. "You were my wife. Before you destroyed everything." She laughed—a soft, musical sound that made my skin crawl. "I didn't destroy anything, darling. I created something. Something beautiful. Something powerful. Something you were too weak to see." I felt the rage surging inside me, hot and consuming. "You destroyed our family. You destroyed Dad. You destroyed everything."

“From now on we share every night. Equal access means equal. No more separate turns unless she is recovering.” Kael’s eyes flashed, but he did not contradict him. The contract language sat between them like a third presence. Aria felt the walls of the year closing in tighter. She looked from one male to the other, from the rival who had taken her on the table without hesitation to the mate who had just fucked her like he was drowning, and something cold and practical settled deeper into her bones. She had survived the signing. She had survived both of them in one night. She would survive the rest the same way.

Sometimes enforced. I close the book and sit in the dim library with dust motes floating through afternoon light. Three days ago I would have been one of the weak ones. The ones who don't survive. My whole life has been about being Damon's mate. His Luna. I made myself small enough to fit in the spaces he allowed me. But that woman died in the hospital. Poisoned. Abandoned. Left alone with only her baby's heartbeat to prove she still mattered. The woman sitting here now is different. Harder. Angrier.

Step by step, I put him on this city's underworld throne. Back then, Stefano said I was the only light in his life. Now he couldn't take his eyes off Isla Torelli. She'd started as a dancer. Now, she was his underboss. She used her body as a weapon, and he worshiped power in any form. Stefano made Isla his underboss, his right hand, the charm he relied on when things got rough. Meanwhile, I, his wife, was reduced to a trophy. Rumors about them had been swirling in our circles for a long time. Whenever the doubts ate at me and I confronted him about it, he denied it outright and said he and Isla kept it strictly professional.

Linda looked at him and smiled, the most beautiful man she had ever met. After her failed marriage with her first husband who cheated on her, she married Earnest. He is a loving and caring husband and was faithful to her not because of her money but because he truly loved her. He had loved her from the beginning, but was afraid to pursue her because they don’t belong in the same world. “Yes,” she hated to see cheating husbands, that's why she didn’t want any collaboration with Ethan at the thought that Ethan was cheating on his wife.

Alex It hurt me to know that the moon goddess had chosen the wrong person to be my mate. The moon goddess has chosen me to be the mate of my enemy's daughter. The man who was responsible for the death of my parents' daughter was my mate. How can the moon goddess do this to me? I have always tried my best to be a good person, and this is how she repays me. “My parents were killed by your father; I had waited for a long time to avenge my parents' deaths, and I finally got the chance, yesterday,” I said while glaring murderously at her.

Steve asked. Greg chuckled. He was about to add salt to an injury. " Tracy and I will be getting married. " Tracy shut her eyes in frustration. There was no doubt that Greg had come to ruin her life. In the next couple of seconds, she was running after Steve.