Novel Love After Marriage Novels & Stories

The House That Was Never Home Alvara I sat on the back of the moving car with Adrian, going for our honeymoon after the wedding. His parents gave us a penthouse as our wedding gift, and that's where we will live, and also have our honeymoon. I can't believe what happened this past week. I can't believe I'm pregnant and now married to Adrian. Everything happened so fast that I can't help but think if this was the right decision. I've not had a conversation with Adrian since the day his parents concluded we will get married, I have tried to talk to him, looked for a way to talk to me but he kept avoiding me, and he has become so cold towards me.

I held his hand tighter. He went quiet for a while before moving closer. Closing the gap between us, he kissed me harder. We stay locked for a while before breaking off. Could this be love? Love after marriage? This looks more real than fake. “I love you so much, Soph. And I swear on my mother’s grave never to hide anything from you ever again.” I was about to speak when my phone rang. Breaking us apart from the next kiss. “Yes,” I answered the anonymous call. “This is she…”

Zia's POV: The warmth of Raymond's embrace lingered even after I was settled in his car, the heater blasting away the chill of the rain. His confession echoed in the silence, a truth so raw and unexpected it left me speechless. How could he possibly love me? Me, with my baggage of a marriage and a heart already claimed, however inadequately, by Lorenzo.

The words felt familiar, reflecting my own experiences. *'I never loved her,' he admitted within. 'I simply married her for her father's company. Now that I have it, I plan to leave her soon.* My hands shook. The deceit and lies were all too familiar. My head was filled with memories of Alex. During our last argument, he said chilly things to me and stared at me as if I were nothing but a burden. I blinked back tears, determined to continue reading. *Their laughing resounded, followed by sounds that made me sick. I went away, filed for divorce the next day, and reclaimed my father's company."*

The skin felt rough as it was covered in old scars. Just as I was about to leave, Allison glanced at me and added, "I remember your fated mate. He's always been so loving. He stuck with you through every treatment, didn't he? Love and support are the best medicine. Spend more time with him. That could help you heal too." But Allison didn't know that my fated mate didn't seem to want to stay by my side anymore. Samuel Carver and I had been in love for a year, and I had been claimed as his mate for three months now.

I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt. I immediately turned off the screen, not wanting to listen to whatever was left for them to say. The room seemed to spin, and my fingers began to tremble as I staggered back, my vision blurring from the sting of unshed tears. The words still linger in my mind. A bet? My marriage — my entire life– turns out to be just a sick game to Martin. A cruel game.

No one can change that. After he called the event organizer, he first entered his and his wife’s room. The event organizer would call him back to make sure everything was okay. It was already seven A.M. and around eight A.M. they will do the surprise. He took scissors and colored papers from the cabinet and started writing love letters for his wife. He doesn't think if what he does is childish, the important thing is, with a simple effort, he can make her happy. That's what only matters most. While he was writing the love letters, his feelings overflowed with happiness. He could not fully imagine that his love with Frances would reach a long-term marriage. Reaching this point, their love dee

Chapter 19: Love's Resilience In the tranquil aftermath of a war-torn history, love's resilience continued to echo through the newly united realm. Seraphina and Adrian, once burdened by the weight of forbidden love, now stood as beacons of hope and proof that love could withstand the harshest storms. As leaders of their respective communities, Seraphina and Adrian worked tirelessly to solidify the bonds between werewolves and vampires. Their love story, once shrouded in secrecy, became a testament to the transformative power of understanding and acceptance.

“Fuck, Nova,” he growled, his voice getting deeper and sexier. I loved it. Everything about him was so tempting. I didn't think I would ever feel that way for him, but here we were, years after we got married, finally in love with each other. Back when I left the country, I never imagined such a day would come, but it seemed I was wrong all along. I rubbed my fist from the tip to the bottom, still looking at him. Even though his eyes were shut, I loved staring at his face, to know his expression. It was my way of knowing if he was getting into this like I was.

I explained. "There's still love after marriage. I was forced to marry my late husband. I never loved him. I hated him so much that I insisted we sleep in separate rooms. But with time, we started loving each other. Don't give up so easily. You can still end up loving Jameson," Grandma Nini assured me. "She shouldn't bother loving me. She knows we shouldn't love each other anyway," Jameson interjected as he walked into the living room with a tray in his hands.