Troubled Marriage Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Especially not her husband. Lord Grant had approached intimacy like duty. Quick touches in dark rooms. Cold hands. Mechanical affection was offered only for the possibility of producing an heir. Arabella had spent three years believing perhaps passion simply did not exist for women like her. But now— Now merely remembering Edwin’s gaze made heat curl low inside her stomach. She rose suddenly from the chair. Restless. Achingly restless. Her heart pounded harder with every passing moment until finally she could no longer remain trapped inside the manor.

The gold lettering on the cover page gleamed beneath the office lights: MUTUAL ASSET AND REPUTATION PROTECTION AGREEMENT. "Forty pages, Grace," Elias stated, his voice returning to its cold, corporate standard as he finally looked toward her father. "A formal, legally binding marriage of convenience. Two years of public appearances. Separate bedrooms. No real intimacy. Two years of absolute, flawless devotion in front of the cameras to stabilize the stock. In exchange, the Thorne Group absorbs your entire debt facility within the hour." Grace stared at the document, her mind racing. A marriage contract. It was a golden noose packaged as a corporate merger.

I shivered despite myself. Romano might have been a middle-aged man in his late forties, but he had a certain charm. That was why I hadn’t been completely disgusted by our marriage at first. But he proved me wrong on the night of our wedding. He had told me clearly that I was just his trophy wife and that I should forget about any wifely duties. Which meant our marriage had been sexless. “Yes, that’s why you chose me. But I think if you want to handle your business…” I began, suppressing the irritation building in my chest. What kind of woman wouldn’t be irritated to find her husband cheating?

At least I was now fully aware of what I was getting into. My fingers tightened around the edges until the paper crinkled. Alaric sat across from me. His legs were crossed, fingers lazily twirling the drink in his hand. He was watching me like this was just another Tuesday negotiation. His eyes remained calculative and calm the entire time. I gritted my teeth. “Why are you so stubborn about keeping me in this marriage? You do not have to keep a contract wife. I am sure there are many women who will be more than willing to be married to you.” He nodded at me. His expression remained unreadable.

I wanted a date on the beach, midnight laughter with my partner, and just random arguments with me trying to be cute, one that I fantasise about every day and was bold enough to write down…one that I know Caleb will offer me once he is well established in his business. I didn’t want a marriage where the couples barely exchanged words. I had been busy with my book, and Caleb’s law firm recently received a big client, so he has been very busy. Well, he has always been busy, and the only love language we have is getting intimate, but he never missed the chance to remind me how much he loved me; he really does, and that’s why we have been married for this long. Isa moved and sat next to me. “I a

Naina was waiting for the day when her family will be complete. After marriage, her whole life changed. Her marriage with Sameer. On their wedding night, she comes to know that he loves someone else. Because of hatred he used to behave rudely toward her. Even he called her names. He insulted her. Raise his finger on her character. And after that, she joined his company and started working there. When she comes to know that his lover is a cheater she reveals her true face in front of him. After that he realize his feelings for her then he proposed to her. They were living there happily ever after.

Not after his first two had failed spectacularly. “What methods?” Jacob demanded. Then he added, “If they involve money, do not even bother. They will not work.” “They don’t,” Jason assured him. “I think you should try the methods in my girlfriend’s books.” “Books?” Jacob asked, sounding confused. “The male leads in her books have methods that always work with the heroine,” Jason supplied. “No matter how angry the heroine is, she always gives in. Maybe you can discover a few secrets.” “You want me to read romance novels to figure out how to deal with my wife?” Jacob asked, his tone suggesting he thought the idea ridiculous.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

he questioned languidly, his voice teeming with disdain, “or is it too difficult for you to read?” Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” He signaled towards the documents with a quick motion of his hand. “If you’re unable to read, allow me to summarize: this document is a contract detailing the terms of our marriage. Simple enough for you?” Her fingers twitched against the teacup. She wanted to throw it at his head. “Rules? What kind of rules?” The grin grew broader as Damion leaned in, his tempestuous gaze fixed on hers. He was near enough for her to sense the subtle aroma of his cologne—earthy, deep, and completely captivating.

Where does his mind go when we’re together? He gives me these tiny pieces of truth, mixed in with a cocktail of deceit, but I can’t seem to fight this desire deep within my soul to keep fighting for this marriage. To keep fighting for James. But then there is Shawn. He’s the complete opposite of James in every way. And yet here I am, on the verge of divorce to my husband, who refuses to compromise enough to make our marriage work, while the man who was the center of every dream I had of the future up until three years ago, tells me that he reciprocates the feelings I written down all those years ago.