Secret Marriage Crazy Love Novel Novels & Stories

Sedar cast a sidelong glance at his wife as they stood at the top of the staircase, facing the influx of paparazzi forming in front of them, armed with cameras and microphones, eager to obtain the full story of his secret love affair, which resulted in him eloping in a foreign country without family present. She bit her lip as she stared out into the open, looking like a scared kitten. He watched as her chest rose and fell, and he took her hand in his. Bringing it up to his mouth, he brushed his lips along her knuckles. She gasped with wide eyes, fighting the urge to pull away from him. "It's showtime, Askim." (My love) He whispered, his words masked by the kiss he gently placed on her fever

“The insane part is that I had been so careful around you. I almost can't believe I allowed you to see me naked! Did you hear me shout from behind the closed bathroom door? What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be here!" And you said, “I’m sorry. " You were perplexed, breathing hard and heavily. You stood there, trying to figure out what to do as you briskly walked back and forth, trying to breathe and mumbling. I reason we are married people. What's to hide? After that, we spent eight glorious days making love day and night. Almost four years later, I feel I'm back to square one.” Amanza smiled, giving no reply to that statement. After eating breakfast so intimately together, he

I said my voice didn't come out as seductive as I thought. He undressed while my eyes stayed outside the window in the comfort of the beautiful stars and moon. When I heard the shower running, I knew he has started bathing. I poured pills from the container I hid in my short skirt into the drink beside the bed then poured it into the glass. I always have sleeping pills in the pocket of this skirt, that's how I've been able to escape this few months of nasty men that by all means want to sleep with me. I held mine and layed there with my legs spread, this is to make his fantasies run wild.

The storm broke on a Sunday morning. Amara woke to the sound of her phone buzzing nonstop on the nightstand. At first, she thought it was another of Ethan’s calls, another shadowy taunt. But when she picked it up, her screen flooded with notifications: texts, emails, headlines. Secret Marriage, Hidden Child, Corporate Betrayal?” “Who is Amara? From unknown writer to billionaire’s secret wife.” “Noah-The Heir Nobody Knew About.” Her heart stopped.

How can it be so hard to control your emotions when you’re obsessed with someone who has no idea how you feel? This secret has lived inside me for years, ever since I was a teenager. Is it a crime to fall in love? Because I am. I’m in love with my best friend’s brother. Maddie has no idea. No one does. I’ve hidden it so well, smiling when I have to, pretending I’m fine, acting like my heart isn’t racing just because he’s in the same room. Every glance, every casual touch, I’ve tucked away like it meant nothing… but to me, it has always meant everything.

I said softly, “the woman he loves just came back.” He blinked, confused. “Then… we should leave, right? So we don’t bother him?” My throat tightened. “Yeah, baby. We should.” That night, after Leo fell asleep in the guest room, I sat in the dark and stared at the glowing screen. Seven years—married in name, separate in practice; sharing a roof like strangers while silence and his family’s men kept watch. I’d married into a Mafia dynasty—not for power, not for protection, but for love.

Putting the forms away in my locker, I checked the time, and I was five minutes late for my meet-up with Ryan. Knowing I was late, I made my way to an abandoned office on campus not too far from my department. That was our secret meeting place. Getting there, I looked around to make sure no one was around. When I was certain about that, I entered and locked the door behind me. I turned around to find Ryan standing by the window looking out. I made my way over to him, tiptoeing, and hugged him from behind when I got to him. “You’re late, babe. Thought you weren’t going to make it,” he said while turning around to face me with his hand on my waist.

"We belong to each other and you will learn that.." I moan in pleasure as he begins to move his hips. "Tomorrow when we elope." He growls as he begins to fuck me wildly, his free hand gliding up my back, over my shoulder and he wraps his long fingers around the base of my throat. "In secret," He pants wildly. "You'll be known as Mila Burak. My wife. My queen..."

"That's very jaw-dropping..." "As it should be! When he does finally make it home, it's like a whirlwind swooping in. He darts off to the bedroom, his study, or his personal office room. I've heard that even amid this whirlwind, he's always expanding his horizons, always learning. That's why he's got this jaw-dropping personal library tucked away in his study. And guess what? Rumor has it there's a secret room, slyly concealed behind one of the bookshelves. Can you imagine that? A secret door, hiding right in plain sight, surrounded by all those books..." .

the girl said passionately. “I love you too,” the boy said as they pressed their foreheads together, not taking his gaze away from his girlfriend. ___________________ “ARE you ready, my dear?” Editha asked Meredith as they stood in front of Don Warrick’s vest garden at the mansion where Meredith and Randall were secretly getting marrying. It’s just a civil wedding that only close friends and family can attend. Meredith’s grip on the flower she was holding tightened. “W-we’re already here, so there’s no turning back, mom,” she replied nervously.