Noveltoon Pernikahan Tanpa Cinta นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Jake, do you think you’re still a young man? What are you trying to prove with all this drama? We broke up a long time ago. Stop bothering me!” Without waiting for a response, I hung up. Late affection was even more worthless than dirt. It was not worth holding onto, not even for a moment. Zane, however, was not happy about Jake proposing to me. After we got back, he immediately had the entire villa decorated. Every possible surface was covered with red roses. I had to say, it was a little cheesy, but I really loved it. Three months after his proposal, we were ready to get married. On my wedding day, Jake sent me a gift through someone.

“We are marrying next week.” Grandpa’s expression darkened as he turned to me. “Lorenzo, what is this? What about your marriage to Zia?” Zia interjected before I could respond. “Our marriage was just a contract,” she stated firmly. “It has been terminated.” The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and I felt my heart race as disbelief washed over me. “Terminated? How can you say that?” Grandpa looked at Zia with disappointment etched across his features. “You need to provide proof of this termination,” he demanded sternly.

For a moment, I stood still, with my legs closed tightly together, and when she was gone, I became weak and tired, and proceeded to sit on the chair so I could rest a bit, then after a couple of minutes, I took my leave without informing anyone. ***************************** Kiana's Pov That evening, I was so sad about what I noticed. This is so strange. Did I just see what I saw? Or was I dreaming? Mom always told me that she likes her son-in-law and wants him to marry me anytime soon to give her grandchildren. Why will this same person turn out to get sexually attracted to him? Meanwhile, she has a husband whom she just got married to recently. I became devastated, folded up in my blankets

They did violate and didn't leave anything behind for proof. "I will torture her till death," he told him his intention behind the marriage staring at his eyes. He threw the file on the table. He turned and put his hand in the pocket.

She picked up the pillow but instead of hitting Alec with it, she sat down in the bed and glared at poor Kathleen, who had no clue what just happened. “Penny! Baby, I had to leave to get money for our wedding.” Alec found her calm enough to come out from behind the bed and sit down with her. “Yeah! I see a girl but not money,” she wasn’t buying his bull*** or was she? “Why did her parents force you to marry her, what did you do to get caught doing with her?” she turned her face to watch him for answers.

But now, it seemed that their marriage and relationship had taken a different route with Hart’s retreat. Even then, what was the point of a marriage when they weren’t able to have a child together? They were both so young, and she didn’t enjoy the idea of them growing old together alone. For her, it was a fate worse than death. He startled her with his deep masculine voice. “My dear wife, the bath is ready.” She decided to attempt something bold to find out if indeed, there were sparks in her marriage with Jake. “Would you care to join me in the bath?”

My mother walked in with a tray of delicate Italian pastries and frowned when she saw me staring at the screen. "What is it? What news has made you look so pale?" I shook my head, put the phone face down, and didn't reply to Blair. I didn't believe a word she said, and I didn't want the past to cling to me for a second longer. As soon as the wedding was over, I would have the Consigliere get me a new set of encrypted numbers.

A smile threatened to appear on her lips before she caught herself. She lowered her eyes to the first page. The agreement was surprisingly... ordinary. No dramatic language. No impossible demands. It outlined a temporary marriage that would last one year. Public appearances. Business events. Family gatherings. Separate bedrooms. Complete privacy outside of official obligations. She flipped another page. "I have to move into your house?" "For appearances." "And after one year?" "The marriage ends." "So... we divorce." "Yes." The word settled heavily between them. Eva closed the folder.