Romance Novels With Estranged Couples Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Falcon, you know money is not a problem, tell me what I want to hear!” “Due to the infidelity clause you had incorporated in your court marriage with Mrs Walton, if she has strong evidence against you for cheating,” he started, and from the tone of his voice, I knew I wasn't going to like how this ended. “Even a kiss, just like the one at Maison du Café, counts as infidelity. She would win the case and get eighty per cent of your possession.” The blood drained from my face. The kiss with Jasmine, the one desperate moment of sanity I had stolen, was now the very thing that could end me.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE ISABELLA’S POV I forgot about Adrian and focused on my work for the day. I couldn’t let him distract me that much. I turned off my phone hoping the message I sent him would be enough to make him back off. After how many years and he wants his son? He could easily get another girl pregnant and forget all about us. I drowned myself in work for the rest of the day. The bookstore was bustling more than usual. It was the perfect chance for me to forget about everything. We finally closed for the day and I locked up the shop and took a taxi home.

"You shouldn't, I expected better from you," "You should have thought of that before you forced me to marry him. My life doesn't concern you anymore, I am a Kingston now," Emily snapped. "We've never had one peaceful dinner, and this isn't any different." Layla sighed as she gulped down the juice from her neat glass. "I love Caden, and we are finally enjoying our marriage. Just let us be," Emily said again. Harper slammed his spoon on the table roughly. "You'll regret your decision." he stood up and left the dining.

SLOANE I leave Ian’s office with the list in one hand… and the ghost of his kiss still on my lips. My heart is still pouring from all the adrenaline like someone cracked open my chest and let everything spill out. It's not beating calmly anymore. It's pounding loud and wild. I hate how he does that to me. How one look from him, one teasing smirk, has me forgetting how to breathe. How he makes anger and desire feel like the same thing. I’m slowly starting to forget why I ever wanted to keep my distance in the first place.

She was Hannah's younger sister and the daughter of a homewrecker. Robert's smile became even more tender as he mused over the way Misty had taken the bait. Despite sharing a last name, the two half-sisters were worlds apart in terms of intelligence. It was hard to link the two together. If Hannah witnessed this scene of a carefully crafted trap, she would have been extremely taken aback. The novel was supposed to feature the romantic love story of a devoted couple. Even the occasional misunderstandings were swiftly resolved. Strangely, it seemed to be becoming more of a tragedy instead.

Arielle’s perspective and insight gave new depth to the story she was reading, making her appreciate it even more. From the other side of the room, Grace crossed her arms and grumbled, “They are a team now. Your mom doesn’t even thank me for picking such a good daughter-in-law!” Estelle snickered but didn’t disagree, while Arielle and Crystal remained oblivious and lost in their literary world, bonding over the shared love of books and the raw emotions they evoked.

My house seemed the perfect fit for me, and I liked that it was a bit tucked away from things so I could enjoy my privacy somewhat as well, without hearing the hustle and bustle of the pack house even after hours. Washing my face quickly I grabbed my latest read, a romance novel of course because what girl doesn't desire some romance in her life? Even if it can only be found in the pages of a book. The cover displayed the typical damsel in distress in the arms of a rugged looking man, your usual romance trope if you will. Still, I could easily get lost in these sorts of novels for hours, fantasizing about a man I had yet to meet and wondering when I would. Not having a mate at my age (24) wa

No one else could go against the decisions of those parents. Eros and Jane were both silent on the balcony of the restaurant where they had eaten before. They looked up at the lonely sky devoid of any stars. "How can they be so stubborn? How can they misinterpret our closeness?" muttered Jane after taking a deep breath. Eros didn't answer and just looked at the girl who was standing beside him.

“Okay. I’m sure you know more about the situation than I do.” Her voice softened, and she looked away. “I apologize. Yes, I know it’s a possibility, but I don’t want to think about it, especially since she’s so far away right now.” Her resentment at being separated from her family started creeping up again. Tiernan must have realized her feelings had wandered in that direction, because he suddenly flipped her onto her back, under him. “Allow me to find a way to distract you from those thoughts then.”

Mates without the soulmate bond had greater chances of conceiving a pup when they switched from one mate to another after years of being with their first chosen mate. As such, married couples in the Middle East rarely divorced, Lunas and Alphas being the rarest of all. And when they did get a divorce, it was usually in their middle ages, and the matter concerned the birth of an heir. In such cases, females never remarried their first husbands, as no male was ever willing to raise the child of another as their own. Naira didn't have it in her to accept another man as her husband when her heart only beat for Zain.