Troubled-marriage Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Where is Trovian?” “He left early for work.” “Work?” My voice cracked. “We’re on our honeymoon.” Her smile faltered, slipping into something almost apologetic. “I’m sorry, darling. He doesn’t do holidays.” I told myself not to care. This was a forced marriage, a cage dressed in vows. I shouldn’t expect tenderness. I shouldn’t expect anything at all. Yet disappointment curled in my chest, sharp and sour. “You do have a visitor,” she added lightly. “I told them you’d be with them shortly.” And with that, she walked away before I could ask more.

“All I’m saying is there are always two sides to every story. Just because Xavier hates her doesn’t mean she’s bad. Besides, Damien is more important and he likes her.” “He…doesn’t.” “Of course, he does. I recently joined the firm and even I know that everyone is betting on when they’ll get married.” They won’t, because he’s married to me. I want to shout that, but I can’t. And what’s the point anyway? When everyone at the firm believes that Damien and Payton suit each other. My opinion doesn’t matter. Then why does it feel like my heart is about to split into a million pieces? My mood takes a sharp dive for the rest of the day.

The article says: ‘It’s the newly wed already having issues, Business tycoon Kaden Mitchell spotted with another woman at the business gala last night. Another article was of me going home last night alone. I fisted the comforter till my knuckles turned white, he said we’re never to have an affair in the contract, he bitched about how it would give him a bad reputation if his wife was spotted with another man, I had drunk myself to sleep last night, I did not know if he made it home. “Where are you going?” His voice stopped me, I could not share this space with him, I was going to Elena’s, she’s the only person I trust right now.

In the moonlight, he looked almost young again—not the cold killer I'd married, but the man who'd fallen in love with a traumatized girl in a burning doorway. Fair enough. I'd fallen in love with the monster who'd made me a queen. The garden smelled of roses and gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. Just another night in Brooklyn. Just another chapter in the story of the Moretti family. And we were just getting started.

The word feels way too sentimental for what sits on the table between us. The documents are placed in front of us, the stack thick enough to make my stomach tighten. I didn't expect so many pages. I tell myself it is standard, that wealthy families always complicate things with paperwork, but as I look down at the dense text, I can't ignore the feeling that this is more contract than marriage... Mr Whitmore clears his throat lightly. “I will read the key terms aloud before we proceed with signatures.” Stephano leans back slightly in his chair, one arm resting along the armrest, his expression bored as he stares at Mr Whitmore while his parents remain calm and observant.

So, don't you dare to come between Manik and me ", she looks at him in rage and leaves the room. Dhruv walks into the building, he opens the door with a key. He stepped inside the house and walk to the bedroom and look at the girl, the girl is his life. She is the love of his life, his peace, his solace. She is Saloni, she works as his secretary where he falls for her. But he can not marry her because she is an orphan and he knows his father will never agree to their relationship. He come to the conclusion, where he married her secretly and decided to marry the girl whom his father will like but for his namesake only. Then his father brings the proposal of Alya,his brother's girlfriend. He t

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

"That's not how it works ... we're in love ... she's going to divorce him." Selma burst into laughter, she was laughing so hard she could hardly speak. "You can't possibly believe that? It's one thing to have a problematic marriage ... divorcing someone like Declan Hunt is just ... stupid ... she doesn't look stupid to me, no offense, Roman ... that guy owns the world, he could give her everything you can't ... except ..." she curved her lips into a half smile, "Maybe you're just better in bed," she whispered in his ear.

A/N: Another story. Sorry for not updating every day. Enjoy reading! Don't forget to rate and comment. ****** If your husband dies and his twin will show up? And you slowly had feelings for him. What will you do? ********* "Stop seducing me Jenny, I will not fall for your stupid trap so leave me alone!" He said while glaring at me. "Come on Genesis why can't you love me," I said while holding my tears. "Come on Jenny I know that you are not in love with me. You just saw Gelo to me" he said

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)