Romance Novels With Estranged Couples の小説・ストーリー

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

Aria exploits the distraction to crawl into Leander's lap without anyone noticing the transition, her muddy hands leaving two perfect prints on his clean shirt. I rise and walk back to the kitchen to start the evening meal. Through the open window above the sink, the sound of their negotiation carries over the grass, Leander's voice steady, unhurried, and deeply rooted in the soil. He is a man who knows exactly where his perimeter ends. I press my hands against the wooden counter, feeling the grain warm from the sun. Our love was lost once. It was dropped in a rain-slicked alley, buried under three years of medical charts, and forgotten in a glass office where the person who held my life loo

"Can I talk to you alone for a minute?" Maxwell stood immediately. "I'll wait outside." He left without looking back. The door clicked shut, and Christina sat beside me. "Okay," she said gently. "What's really going on?" "I'm destroying everything," I whispered. "He told me he loved me, and I couldn't say it back. So we signed new contracts that make the marriage purely professional, and now he's moving on, and I'm losing him, and I don't know how to fix it."

Elena Vale has spent her entire life sticking to the rules, until the night she's forced into an engagement she never wanted. Fleeing from her high-society cage, she ends up in a grimy bar, drinking with a brooding stranger who offers the one thing she never expected: freedom.  Jack Roman is the last man a woman like Elena Vale should marry. Tattooed, sharp-tongued, and hiding secrets behind his sea blue eyes. He's everything she's been taught to avoid. But when an impulsive drunken wedding turns into a full-blown scandal, Elena seizes the chaos. She makes him a deal — six months of pretending, then they part ways. To Elena, faking a marriage with a stranger is supposed to keep her

"I wouldn't be surprised either. Those two hate each other." I frowned slightly. From all my interactions with her parents, I hadn't picked up on outright hatred. But I'd admit there was something there, a distance between them that spoke volumes. Their marriage seemed loveless, forced. It reminded me of my own marriage with Nathaniel. A thought crept into my mind uninvited: would Nathaniel and I end up like that too? Would we grow to become distant, to hate each other? Before I could respond, my phone rang, vibrating against the coffee table. I reached for it, answering without even checking the caller ID.

Elena didn’t sleep a single hour. She had gone back to her room after the kitchen incident, but her body refused to settle. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Adrian’s fingers grazing her thigh again, lingering, promising. Every time she turned her head on the pillow, she swore she could still smell his cologne — sharp, masculine, dangerously addictive. By dawn, she sat upright in bed, robe clutched around her, exhausted yet restless. Her husband, Gregory, was away on a week-long business trip, and the emptiness of the mansion suddenly felt like a trap. A gilded cage where temptation lurked behind every corner.

"You don't just come back into my life as if nothing happened. You left me all alone to heal from rejection. You left me when I needed you most, and I hate you even more than I hate Robert." Aurora said, still staring at the mark on her arms. "I never left you," Phoenix replied. "The goddess took me away from you, she made me unable to be immune to you." "Why? Why would the goddess take you away from me?" Aurora asked. A lot of strange things had been happening to her lately, one of which involved her husband having his honeymoon with his whore. Was she supposed to be angry? Jealous? Yet she was both. "Because we are going to face many battles together, but not alone. The goddess took me to

Isabella As I found myself residing in my estranged father's home, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of discomfort lingering in the air. Every moment spent alone with Emilio was fraught with tension, as the weight of our complicated relationship loomed heavily over us. We had spent so many years apart, estranged by his absence and my resentment. Now, thrown together by circumstances beyond our control, we were forced to navigate the awkwardness of our newfound proximity. It was during these moments of solitude with Emilio that I felt the full weight of my abandonment issues pressing down on me. Growing up, his absence had been a constant presence in my life, a silent reminder of

I had my fiancé jacket over my shoulders, while I was talking to him, and I could feel a part of me opening up to him again, and I wondered if it was cheating, even when our marriage was based on just business. “ You should go” I pushed him up. Not wanting to get deeper into the water that I found myself in. “ You should leave” I stood up, trying to search for Julia when my feet faltered, and I took steps back, only to land in sturdy arms. I stayed for a beat, his scent lingering into my nostrils before I pushed myself up, dusting his hands from my body, before I strolled off. “ Leave Ryan, I don't want to see you here” I shoved him off.