The Second Married Romane & Geschichten

Late that night, I couldn't sleep. A sliver of streetlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, falling across Lionel's profile. He slept soundly, his brows relaxed. In fact, there was even a faint smile on his lips. I used to love watching him sleep more than anything. But that night, my gaze slowly drifted upward. The ranking hovered silently above his head. First place was still Mom, but Lindsay and I were now tied for second. I stared at those two names sitting side by side, and it hit me like a fist to the chest. I'd been married to him for five years, yet some woman he'd known for who knew how long already weighed just as much in his heart.

I shouldn't be asking her that, but right now I had to. “He does, child.” She said calmly. “This… This is our second marriage. My second, his second…. Sometimes, love is not enough, June.” She paused. I nodded, wishing I could understand what she was talking about. “Some marriages need more than just love, but also security to thrive,” she continued. “At your own expense? At our own expense?” I asked. “Don't make this harder, June.” Her voice grew tighter, Mom was fighting tears. “There's a new rule.”

He had meticulously increased the first wives’ authority, so each of the branch family’s assets were jointly owned between the husband and wife. If he and Second Madam were to divorce, then that would imply half of the second branch family’s assets would be taken away by Second Madam. Second Madam looked at Jacob arrogantly and threatened him, “What is it? You can’t afford to divorce me, Old Master?”

" She confessed. It made sense, things have been really tight for us lately. I was still mulling over the new information when Mandy collected my laptop from me, and hurriedly typed some words in. She waited for a while, chewing her thumb, and then dropped the system in front of me.. "Take a look." She urged. I raised my head, and squinted at the screen. * NOTICE!** MARRIAGE CONTRACT FOR FEMALES AVAILABLE.

CARA’S P.O.V I can’t believe that I’m getting married in six months. I looked at myself in the mirror and happiness shone from within. Just two more months and I will be a married woman, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. It was always my dream, a bride on her wedding day is the closest thing to a queen… but that’s not why I wanted to get married, I wanted to get married because I feel that marriage is one of the most sacred things in the world. I mean, how can it not be sacred when the main reason and source of marriage come from a magic so pure and so real…love! And I am in love, I’m crazily in love with Alexander La’Vardo, and the love that I feel for him, has me bursting with hap

She's heard how much her mother told her about how marriage works but she didn't bother paying heeds and here she is. She can't believe she is going to welcome another woman in just three days. She doesn't want those days to come, not when her family is now complete and beautiful with her daughter and husband. Not when everything is finally getting back in place though her life is tumbling upsidedown very soon. Why does it hurt so much when another woman is getting your man? She thought those friends of hers that fill in the space of second wives are happy but she can't and won't be a second wife. She can't see herself sharing her husband purposely knowing she is the second one not the first

The next morning came cloaked in gold light and the scent of cedar. Aria stirred beneath the silk sheets, her body wrapped in warmth and the memory of Sebastian’s touch. He was already gone, of course—ever the CEO, ever the mystery. But his scent lingered. His side of the bed was still warm. She sat up slowly, her muscles deliciously sore, her lips still tingling from his last kiss. Married. The word echoed through her like thunder. She had married Sebastian Wolfe. Not just in signature, but in presence. In touch. In desire. What started as strategy had turned into something far more dangerous.

she replied with a small smile. Maximus sighed deeply before speaking. “Diana, I’ve been married twice. My first marriage ended painfully, and it was entirely my fault. My second marriage… there’s everything in it but love. I should never have tied myself to that person. I realized my mistake too late. I lost the most precious thing I had because of my second wife. I thought she was the love of my life, but after a while, I saw how wrong I was. By then, it was too late. I’ve lost so much, Diana… too much.”

“They can remarry.” Silence. “They will re-sign the documents.” His tone allowed no disagreement. My father signalled me to accept the second marriage and not reject it. “And hold another ceremony.” Hana’s face turned pale instantly. But before anyone could speak…Kai interrupted again. “Grandfather.” Too calm, too smooth. Like he was trying to reason with him. “Adrian and Hana are still legally married in Las Vegas.” Everything stopped. This time…Even Grandfather Wolfe looked shocked at his second interference. I wanted to look at him and give him a sign to stop but he refused to glance at me for a second.

“More like… there was a marriage, but not a direct one, and then a divorce, and then another marriage on a different side.” She blinked. “Different side of what?” “The family,” I said. “But not my immediate family. More like adjacent.” “Adjacent?” she said confusedly. “You’re not making any sense.” “Her father married someone who was related by marriage to my mother’s second cousin,” I said, the words coming easier once I committed. “But that marriage didn’t last, and legally it doesn’t really count anymore, except emotionally it does, depending on who you ask.” Arya stared at me.