Sinopsis Married With Senior Novels & Stories

“You ordered pizza. You could’ve just said you wanted food and it would’ve been made for you.” I glared at him. “So what? Should I really have to inform an old woman to prepare...” “She’s not just an old woman,” he snapped, cutting me off. “She’s the chief maid here. If you need anything, you ask her.” I smirked bitterly, folding my arms across my chest. Why was he acting like he cared? Pretending like my comfort mattered to him? We both knew this marriage wasn’t about love. It wasn’t even about us. It was about our parents and their endless, suffocating expectations.

Fred began to wonder if the girl finished her degree with bribing the lecturers. "You can go home early today," Fred said at last. "Really?" replied Jackline with a smile. "Of course. You can even take your salary earlier than everyone else. If necessary you'll get a bonus too. The office treasurer will definitely do that for you. Are you happy?" Fred continued. "Yes," replied Jacklien who didn't understand sarcasm. "Good. Now you can go. Don't forget to pack your things because I'm giving you leave for good!" Fred walked quickly back into his room. He slammed the glass door until it cracked. He was feeling very disappointed with his secretary. The woman was still underperforming even after

I awkwardly sat back down. “Is it because of the accident? You seem different…timid perhaps…you can barely meet my eyes.” Grandpa Andre said. “It’s because of the accident, sir. He went through a lot.” “I hope you get better as soon as possible. I can’t wait to have your old self back. You’re getting married soon,I…” “Married?!” I asked, shocked to my freaking bones. I was trying to stay as calm as possible. Grandpa Andre frowned at me.”Don’t tell me you forgot that you’re getting married?Wait, haven’t you gone to see her after the accident? Damn it…The Garcias might think we aren’t serious with the union anymore.”He said in a rush.

I tapped on the door, and Drew’s blond head popped up. “Hey, Nate,” he said as he started to smile, then frowned. “Is everything okay?” I shook my head and leaned on the door frame. “No.” “What’s going on?” I let out a harsh sigh as I fell into the chair in front of his desk. “Vincent Marconi is dead and his organization is crumbling. Adam is in jail. Life should be rainbows and fucking sunshine, but my marriage is blowing up.” His brow scrunched up. “Wait…what? You should be kicking back and enjoying life after everything you’ve been through.”

I didn't fail to notice the happiness in his eyes i chuckled inwardly. I was placed on a bed in the ward. I looked around but couldn't find any other person except me and Damon. 'It's a private ward' Damon said like he knew what I wanted to ask. 'Ok' l replied. This is how it has always been since l got married to Damon about eight months ago. I have been living a life of luxury with Damon spoiling me with his wealth. It still feels like it was yesterday l got married to him. Our wedding was the talk of the whole city at that time.

She yelled in anger. "What else am I supposed to call a woman who is having an affair with a married man?" Charlotte asked. "You may be married to Sebastian but he is in love with me and you," Amy retorted. "That is true but only you, I and Sebastian know this. To our families and the rest of the world, I'm Sebastian's love and wife not you. This means I get the respect that comes with being a part of the Gerano family and not you. That's a sad way to live if you ask me."

She had the nerve to play the victim, painting herself and Shiela as the ones who had suffered the most. I couldn’t understand their plans. If Aunt Minda and Chase’s father were truly in a relationship, why not make things simpler by being together openly? Why push for a marriage between their children? There had to be a deeper reason behind all this—a reason I couldn’t quite figure out. “Chase.” I quickly stood when I heard Chase’s name. He entered with Savina, who was holding a bag of mangoes. My husband walked straight to me and kissed my forehead. “How are you?” he asked in a whisper.

Mrs Valentino looks at me with calm detachment, like she already knows how this ends, while Mr Valentino leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, curiosity and focus clear on his face. “There are, of course, conditions,” Mrs Valentino says. Of course there are. There’s always a catch. I lean back slightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next, remaining silent as I wait for her to go on. “You will be married to our son, Stephano Valentino, by the end of this week. The ceremony will be private. Legal. No press.” My head spins. This week? Married? I blink at her, trying to process the words. “This week?”

"Uncle, Eveline and I have registered our marriage in F Country. Today, I’m bringing her to officially meet you as my wife.” "Registered for marriage?" Old Master Whitman frowned his gray eyebrows and looked at Felipe who was smiling. He then looked at Jeremy who was standing beside, looking as if nothing bad had happened. He slowly raised his trembling hand to hold Madeline's. "Let’s have dinner first. I have something to tell you after dinner." Madeline smiled slightly and helped Old Master Whitman to his seat in the dining room. The dinner table was filled with glorious food, most likely because Jeremy brought his girlfriend to meet the family.

Mara tried to excuse herself, but they were obstinate. "Hey, Mara, did you think you could go scot-free after all that happened at the playground?" Speedy asked walking up to her. Mara stood her ground and waited for whatever they had to say then Susan joined the rhapsody, "She thinks she's someone special because she's a married person. If not for seeing her admission form, we wouldn't have known she's married to some old man," Susan spat. Mara didn't make any reply because she was really famished; she didn't joke with her stomach – it always came first. She wondered how they had both forgotten that her husband was The m. That came to pick her.