The Top Couple Is A Bit Sweet Novel Novels & Stories

Arya sat down on the dining room chair and praised loudly with a large smile on her face. Seeing her happy expression, Mr. Daniels let out a sigh of relief. If Mr. Rivera comes home and sees his future wife in a bad mood... A shiver ran down his spine immediately as he tried to think of what would happen. His only question was; ‘When did they have time to cultivate feelings that they were already planning marriage?’ That was the thought most people had after hearing the news of their marriage, after all, not everyone knew that their marriage was a marriage of convinence.

“A married man, Lucas? Or should I say, a secretly married man?” Lucas’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. “I could leak it, you know,” she continued, circling the office like a shark. “Tell the world who your little date really was. Emma Smith, your assistant. Or is it something more than that?” She gave a mock pout. “You don’t care that I’m married,” Lucas said, his voice flat. “You care that it wasn’t you.” Her expression twitched, just slightly. “She doesn’t belong in your world, Lucas. You and I, we were the ones everyone talked about.”

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!"

Condensation dripped slowly onto the cards. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Victor said, his deep voice rumbling as his eyes locked straight onto my chest. Forty-nine, built like he still crushed weights every morning, silver streaking his dark hair. He stared openly at my nipples, hard and obvious against the damp fabric from the AC blast. Marcus leaned back in his chair, quiet as always, but that hungry stare of his dragged slowly up my bare legs. Married for years, yet he looked at me like he wanted to devour every inch. “College is treating you right, Ava. Those legs… fuck.”

Still, I caught the way Dera peeked at him when she thought no one noticed. That night, we sat down for steak and wine. Dera had cooked. Duncan talked about his kids, his job, the city he came from. Turns out, the guy was successful too. Somehow, that added to the tension. I could not shake the feeling I had just let a lion into the den. I watched as Duncan's gaze drifted over Dera’s face, then down her neck. He took his time. I could feel a charge growing across the table. "High school sweethearts?" Duncan looked at us like we were a rare find. "You don't hear that anymore."

"Yes, you're right. He is indeed arrogant." "What?" He looked at me for a few moments. "Oh, he's in your class, right? His attitude must be annoying." I nodded. I was already in my room, reading Nicholas' book and getting excited every time I turned the page. The author was very good at making loveable couples, where the man and woman were both romantic in their own way. Therefore, they could be a couple in the man's book. I sighed softly, still affected by the sweet and enviable storyline. "When do I get true love for myself?"

" he said, pointing to what he ordered. Dom chuckles and scoffs as she saw they had the same orders. And this place is also her favorite which makes her it makes sense. "Wait, not to brag but I think we have the same taste. This is also my favorite shop and what I ordered is my favorite here." she said with a smile. Ash just finds it out and chuckles. He"s happy not because they have the same taste but he"s happy because they"re not angry to each other.

"He’s just... okay." "And so are we," I said. The first day of our new life ended with the sound of the crickets and the smell of the damp earth. The world was still out there, screaming about Thorne and Sterling and the billions of dollars that had vanished into thin air, but inside the villa, the air was still. We weren't the "Power Couple of the Year." We weren't the "Secret Pregnancy Scandal." We were just Dominic and Seraphina. And for the first time in thirty-nine chapters, that was more than enough.

she sniffed, still half-covering her chest with one hand, her face red from a combination of humiliation and bliss. “You,” he said, kissing her temple, “are perfect.” The lift decelerated mildly to a stop. The double doors slid open, and the poorly illuminated top level greeted the two of them. Lena didn’t mention her top. She just stepped out, flipflops, topless, ass out, powerful, the squish of her wet sandals silenced by the thick carpet.

Ever since I married Seth Jerrell, he never lets me go without. If I mention wanting to see snow, he charters a private jet and flies me to Montreve. If I say I want to keep horses, he buys an entire ranch for me. For Seth, money has always been his way of showing love. Until the day I see him at the docks. He's shirtless, hauling heavy sacks from one cargo pile to another, dust covering his skin. He's crouched beside the stacks, eating a dry flatbread, when a young woman in an apron hurries over from the cafeteria and hands him a bowl of free soup. "Seth, once I've saved enough money, I'll buy you some new clothes. You don't have to keep wearing torn ones." He downs the soup in one g