The Perfect Marriage Characters Novels & Stories

“ Please read this meticulously and tell me if you have any problems with it. I nodded and mouthed a ‘thank you’ as I read through it. My face twisting to a frown as I read through it by the time I looked up, Charles was already gone and it was now Kade in the room— perfect! I could rant. “ What do you mean by I have zero right to cheat but you have rights to have multiple partners?” “ Because I don't want my wife touching other men,” “ But you think I want my husband touching other women?” “ Well you weren't going to let me touch you were you?” He asked and heat climbed up my face. I knew what he meant by touch and I wasn't ready for it. Not with him.

She certainly hoped so. Kenneth had always been unreadable, untouchable, and unfairly attractive—like a luxury iceberg carved by Greek gods. But maybe… just maybe, she was the fire that could melt him? And if nothing else, she was now legally married to a billionaire with a perfect face, sculpted abs, and bonus points? He had the best family to marry into. If that wasn’t a recipe for future happiness… then clearly, the universe needed to recalculate. “Now that we are done! Let’s celebrate with champagne!” Gabrielle announced.

She instinctively knew that she desired to have a marriage like them. Moriah was confused and frowned. “But how did your marriage look so perfect and blissful?” “There is no such perfect marriage, child. All marriages have flaws because both husband and wife are flawed individuals. However, if they decide to look past each other's flaws and outgrow those flaws, marriage can be blissful,” Jianyu said. What her parents told her somewhat brightened her gloomy mood that was like the night skies that were somber and starless. “Thank you, baba and mama,” Moriah said.

That I would like one night in my own bed before stepping into his house as his wife. She steps closer, placing both hands on my shoulders in a gesture that is meant to reassure. Her grip is light, but it anchors me in place. “I know it’s a lot to take in. But in time you will adjust.” Adjust. The word echoes in my head as I nod. People adjust to new jobs. New cities. I suppose people adjust to marriages too. Behind her, I notice movement in my peripheral vision. Stephano steps into the room without announcing himself, stopping a few feet away with a faint frown on his face. He doesn't look surprised to find us talking. He looks impatient.

I allow myself to look at him, really look at him, during that brief moment. He looks so handsome, every bit the Alpha he deserves to be. And for a moment, I allow myself to picture us together, an unshakable team that can overcome any challenge. But we’re not. We never were, not really. When we were married, we had too many differences in opinion, too much holding us apart. My mind drifts back to what Karl had said to Gianna about a ‘perfectly good marriage’. Was it, though? Was it perfectly good, or was it filled with flaws and arguments and passionate sex that was treated like a band-aid for all of our problems?

Keith. “I want you to meet Miss Perfect. The perfect girl in our own world.” Bridgette said while pointing at Sunny who smiled shyly at us. “Y-you are h-her?” Keith said as he stammered. What is wrong with this guy? “Yah! Why do you stammer?” “B-b-because… I-I-I am BRusque, the one you are married to.” and what he said stunned me. “MARRIED?!” “Hyung, don’t scream. It’s just in the game. As if I can marry her in real life.”

“All this time, those bastards played me. Used me…” He slammed his hands against the bars. Fuck!” “Careful!” Maria pulled at him. “You should’ve listened to me,” she said. “I told you Adrian wasn’t a monster. Now look at us.” “Who are you, dear?” she asked, turning to me. “She’s Adrian’s wife,” Romano answered. Maria’s face softened instantly, something fragile breaking through. “My son… he got married?” she said, a sad smile forming. “How is he? Is he… is he okay?”

She threw herself into his arms. "Really? You really love me?" "Of course, my baby," Liam said, holding her tight. "That woman was just a tool, a stepping stone. You are my whole world." They clung to each other, as if no one else existed. The crowd murmured in understanding. "Oh, so that's how it is!" "Marriages for business are common in high society." "Mr. Vance and Miss Chloe are the real love story!" "That wife is just a tool. She deserves it!"

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

Why was I just sitting here while my wife was betraying me? I looked into the room. My wife's mother had given us an antique vanity whose mirror was no longer attached as firmly as it should have been and it tilted slightly downward. I thought absently about how I was supposed to have fixed it some time ago ... but now I was happy and yet sad that I hadn't. It afforded me a view of the bed; it let me watch my wife and her lover. Her wailing was increasing. My wife was not a quiet lover; her passion started as low moans, almost growls, that kept rising in volume and pitch until her climax. I could tell she was near, could hear her wailing rising to a fever pitch.