Noveltoon Pernikahan Tanpa Cinta Novels & Stories

While Jenna was so shocked that it drained the tank of her brain’s generator without so much as a blink. “Is…is this true?” The gamma’s eyes snapped towards Wonnell, disappointment filled his voice. Wonnell had totally made a fool out of everyone. Everyone thought she loves Nick and he also loves her, but their marriage turns out to be a contract one with no love. “I have nothing to say to you, Wonnell. I'm calling off this marriage since I have found my fated mate.” Nick walked past Wonnell towards Jenna who was still frozen in shock.

"That's probably everyone's favorite ... especially when they're not really sure why they're getting divorced." "I know why I'm getting divorced," I said evenly. I felt unclean, though. I felt ... broken. "Of course you do," he said agreeably. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here. I suppose your proof of wrong-doing is in that folder on your lap. I want you to know right now that we're in a no fault divorce state; it means you don't have to have a reason for the divorce. I don't need to see your proof and I really don't want to see it."

All three people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. As she was leaving, Valentina vaguely heard the photographer’s complaint: “I had never seen such a strange young couple.” They’re a match made in heaven, but they don’t know how to laugh. Valentina sighed and denied it, not that she didn’t know how to laugh; she didn’t want to. Is there anything to be proud of in a marriage linked by a paper contract? Getting married is as simple as it costs nine dollars. It drizzled in the sky. Neither brought an umbrella.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

She replied, "What?" "You see, my husband's parents weren't too thrilled when he brought me to them as the woman he wanted to marry. They didn't like the idea of their son marrying a woman who waited tables and wore a skimpy uniform to get tips from men." She explained, offering me a sandwich. "Sounds like they gave you a pretty rough time." I mumbled, taking the sandwich from her "They did." She nodded, wiping a tear that slid down her face. "They threw insults and threats, his mother even tried bribing me into leaving her son."

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone