Pursuing My Wife Isn T Easy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don't say such things, my love. The marriage was over before it even started.” “No, Craig. I don't want to be called a homewrecker. Go to your wife. I don't deserve you.” Craig shook his head, kissing her, “I understand you had to obey your father's wish in studying abroad and it's not your fault. I am not letting you slip away from me this time, Emily Lawson, soon to be Emily Gibson…” He pressed his lips against her cheek, kissing her passionately while a moan escaped her mouth. “Mmm.. but..but..”

Margaret said. “I listen more than I speak,” Amara replied. “Smart,” Margaret said. “Tell me—why did you marry my son?” Amara hesitated only briefly. “Because I was asked to. And because it mattered.” Margaret’s lips curved slightly. “Honest. I appreciate that.” She stood and walked toward the window. “Lucas has always been difficult. He doesn’t forgive easily.” “I’ve noticed,” Amara said gently. Margaret turned back to her. “If you intend to stay his wife, you’ll need more than patience. You’ll need strength.”

"Gabriella, I gave you 33 chances over the past three years. If you had ever once tried to turn things around, we wouldn't have come to this. If you truly care about me, then just let me go my own way." A shiver ran through Gabriella. She knew very well that the reason she never valued those past chances was that she had always believed she had endless opportunities. In her mind, whenever she grew tired of the affair and wanted to return to the family, all she needed was a wedding. Then I would still live with her in harmony, staying by her side for life. If that were truly the case, would I still be her husband? I would become nothing more than a puppet under her control or a permanent foll

He was tall, had a muscled upper body, and a very perfect jawline that made his face even more alluring. His countenance was often cold and he was very calculative, especially when it came to business. Most girls wish to have him smile at them just once and their whole life would be filled with joy. Gosh, I couldn’t believe I was about to become his wife, he often made my heart tingle every time I looked at him. While I kept smiling from ear to ear, Damien never smiled back even once, his cold gaze overwhelmed the hall. I knew he wasn’t pleased, I knew this marriage was forced on him and he wasn’t happy standing beside me, yet I believed someday, I’d make him fall for me and we would live ha

She continued but the man remain silent. "MAKE US UNDERSTAND WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US BECAUSE EVEN HOW I TRY TO REMEMBER, I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO YOU!" Abby shouted in frustration and her tears started falling. I pulled her and hide her face in my chest. It pains me seeing how hard it is for my wife. She's pregnant for christ's sake!. "Because of your desire to own something you want, you never notice that you hurt someone." The man seriously look at us and I stared at him for a moment.

Noah said with a faraway look in his eyes. “I love you, Noah Shaw.” Natalia said. “Same here, Natalia Shaw.” Noah said with a tight lipped smile before running up the stairs. Natalia turned back to put Wendy’s arm back in a proper position should in case she fell or something. “I asked for a bit of spice. Definitely not crazy celebrity drama. A job, family, loving husband. For my best friend to get all those things too. I am tired of everything that is taking place now.” Natalia muttered and went up the stairs after her husband too.

’ Tracey sniffed and advised him, “Blair, if you really like Mabes, you should go after her. As long as she’s not married to someone else, you still have a chance.” Blair took a puff of his cigarette. His indifferent eyes finally held some emotions. He looked up at Tracey and said coldly, “I won’t let her have the chance to marry someone else.” ‘She can only be my wife in this life! ‘I don’t care if I have to take her by force.’ “Blair, pursuing someone requires some skills. Don’t be impulsive.” Tracey vaguely felt that he was up to something. Something big. “Master Blair.”

That's what rich people do when they don't get their way, isn't it? “Leave?” Gladys frowned in confusion, “What do you mean by that? Kelvin sent a picture of the marriage certificate. I wanted a big wedding, but that would do for now. You are married to him so you can't just leave after giving birth. That's not how the whole marriage thing works. Kelvin is handsome, he might be cold to you for now, but he will come around. I'm sure you'll fall for him in no time, and you are beautiful too so he would do the same. The both of you will find a way to make this marriage thing work and I don't want it to be because you got pregnant for him. I want him to be happy, and you are my daughter-in-law n

Charlotte’s pov I was studying a red dress –slinky, low-cut, the sort of thing designed to fathom depths when I saw a man with a woman glancing at me. He was definitely married, conversing with a woman not his wife, helping her decide which dress to buy. I knew she wasn’t his wife–too young, too loud. Until I saw his hand. A circle. Wed. Even better. He was married. He looked up and saw me. Our eyes locked. He kept looking.

I feel grandpa’s hand on my shoulder, and he gives me a reassuring look. ​ We spread out quickly, and I start showing people pictures of Sloane, but no one has seen her. ​ “Have you seen this woman? She’s my wife.” ​ “No, sir.” ​ That’s the short response I’ve been getting. I spent an hour searching through the airport, and my private investigator had to mobilize every resource he could, searching the security camera. ​ “Sir, we’ve found your wife.” My private investigator’s voice sounds from afar, and I run towards him, panting heavily. She’s at the departure gate, but we don’t have any tickets. How are we supposed to pass?