Novel & Cerita Second Chance Marriage Romance Books

"I'm having lunch with Marjorie in an hour. What am I supposed to tell her?" "Tell her whatever you want," I said, patience wearing thin. "Tell her we're deliriously happy and planning a spring wedding." "Are you?" She sounded genuinely curious. "Happy, I mean?" The question caught me off guard. Was I happy? The honest answer was I didn't know. This arrangement with Ava was giving me whiplash—moments of unexpected connection followed by fierce arguments, physical attraction layered with professional respect and personal wariness. "It's complicated," I said, aware I was echoing my earlier words to Richard.

But she had other plans. She cleared her throat. “Ava,” she began, her voice laced with pretend sweetness. "How did you and Liam meet again?” I groaned softly under my breath, already dreading this conversation. “Well, I’ll have you know that just two weeks after we met, we got married. Our love was, um, very fast.” I glanced at her, watching her reaction closely. It was subtle at first—the slight tightening of her jaw, the flicker of anger in her eyes. Then, as if deciding she’d had enough of pretending, Celeste’s expression darkened, and the sweetness in her voice evaporated.

"I'm just overwhelmed. It is always been my dream to see my only child get married. Do you think it was easy convincing Arielle to agree to meet this boy? It wasn’t. I’m scared she’ wil back out again. What will I tell her mom when I meet her in heaven—" Arielle took her father’s hand in hers and said with a warm smile. "Papa, don’t worry. I won’t back out. I will meet Gabriel Anderson today. If we both feel that we are compatible, I won’t mind marrying him." A smile formed on Emir's face as he left the room, quite satisfied. Esme sighed and turned to Arielle. "Now I understand why you said yes to this marriage. Arielle, it is not too late. You can still back out. You don’t need to marry a r

"Hello, Rachel. I'm Ava Blackwood, Damian's fiancée." For a split second, something erupted in her eyes. Something sharp. Her eyes engulfed over me from head to toe, evaluating each component on me. "Ah, yes." "I read the news release. Her tone was sweet and venomous, like she got wickedness is in her bone marrow. "The unexpected engagement caught everyone off guard. "So romantic, yet so quick." "It's funny," I replied, matching her smile with my own. "Some people just fit." "Do they?" she wondered, turning her head. "Because the Damian I knew wasn't the type to fall again so quickly."

Madison Young stared at me, stunned. "What did you just say?" Under the weight of everyone's stares, I repeated myself slowly and clearly, "I said, I'm willing to marry Grace." Madison's neatly shaped brows pulled tight. "Caleb Vaughn, have you lost your mind? You really want to marry a blind girl?" Connor Vaughn let out a laugh. "Come on, bro. Even if you're mad at Maddie, you don't have to throw your future away on a blind girl."

Then he said, “I didn’t marry the man you used to be.” “I married the one who came back.”

“That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.” He shrugged. “Weirdly romantic is kind of my thing.” She blushed, tucking the book under her arm. “We should find something you’d like.” They drifted through the aisles together, pulling out titles, comparing tastes—him more into thrillers and old philosophy books, her favoring modern poetry and angsty novels. At one point, he challenged her to find the oldest book in the store. She found one with a broken spine and scribbled notes in the margins dated back to the 1950s. He kissed her cheek when she handed it to him, whispering, “Beautiful and clever.”

“You know what? The locals eat up romance and scandal, and the Maldives is perfect. My publisher said so.” I laughed, brittle around the edges. “You’re really doing this here? Half a world away from your loyal American readers?” “My readers are everywhere,” he countered smoothly. “You’d be surprised how many people want to hear me talk about love, betrayal, redemption.” His eyes locked on mine, letting the last word hang heavy between us. My eyes narrowed. “Redemption? From you?” “Everyone deserves a second chance.” His tone dipped softer, coaxing. “I learnt that these past few months.”

all the while, he tried to glance at her face. " No, no, no, Alejandro,” Kensington said repeatedly, drawing her steps backwards. She stopped only when her back met the cold wall. "Why… Why are you rejecting me?" Alejandro asked,his orbs glistened with hurt as he stretched out his hands to reach for hers. The last time she heard a guy say he loved her made her a puppet in his hands. She can't afford to fall for it again for the second time. His chest twisted in the most horrible ways possible the more she tried to push off his confessions from her chest.