Unexpected Marriage: Once Hated, Twice Loved Novels & Stories

Because I don’t want to look at her. That girl in the mirror. The one who keeps getting back up for people who never choose her. My lips tremble as another cry escapes. I should be used to this. I should be used to being the second choice. To not being loved. My parents made sure I knew what it felt like to be unwanted. They didn’t raise me. They trained me for profit. For men. They didn't love me. They sold me. At fucking thirteen years old. And now here I am again. Married to a man who can’t even pretend to care that another woman is climbing all over him while his wife watches.

"You dared to cheat on me!" "Yes, I did. But it's a mistake I don't regret. I love my son." "You crawled into my bed seven years ago and I married you as you wanted. Yet, you cheated on me, you disgusting slut! I should have known that a leopard never shades its spot. I want to strangle you right now." "I am not a slut. They were both mistakes. I regret the first but I don't regret the second. Liam is my greatest joy." "Do you really intend to drag my name to the mud?"

It wrung out my tears, left me hollow, and shattered every dream I’d once clung to. I used to dream of love. Of marrying someone whose eyes would make me forget the world, whose touch would feel like safety, like home. But love didn’t live here. Not with Adrian. He married me for one reason: revenge. To punish me, to keep me bound under his heel. He didn’t even pretend otherwise. The hate was always there—in his voice, his glare, his silence. And the worst part? He never told me why. Why did he hate me so much? Why had I become the target of all this pain?

Eric exchanged an icy gaze at me, causing me to swiftly look away as we resumed our steps to where a rounded, considerable table filled with people were. “Keep playing cool, people are getting convinced by our acts. Now, we're joining them for dessert, so stay beside me and do what I do” Eric paused and flashed a smile across a guest he recognized before glaring back at me. “And did I also forget to tell you it's only for a year? This marriage is a one-year thing, and we'll break up after that.”

A hand gently lifted my head, connecting my chocolate brown eyes to a pair of warm, ocean blue ones. "My Love, as werewolves we only ever have one love unless on special situations like ours, " He smiled as he said the last part, "It's literally 'till death do us part for us, so I'll never leave you or our children." He said, making me blush when he referred to Serenity and Milan as 'our' children.

—Yes, it was childish on my part, besides I didn't think I was going to see you again, I didn't imagine that you were going to go to the same university as me, and when I saw you again I thought it was fate that had made us to find again to be able to meet each other, ”he says, smiling,“ besides that at that moment I was going through a process of… Let's say that of separation, I needed to forget what happened to me, to heal my wounds. - What do you mean by separation process? "Well," he pauses, "my fiancee disappeared the day before our wedding." I was surprised, had Cristián been engaged? Why would his girlfriend leave? - And you didn't do anything to find her? "Of course I did, one day I

There would never be any cooperation between them. All Scarlett felt for Belinda was hatred. Belinda wasn't giving up. "I know you hate me. What's done is done. Even if you kill me, it won't bring your child back. Why not use me to achieve your dream?" Belinda knew Scarlett had miscarried. Usually, with twins, if one is lost, the other is hard to keep. Naturally, she assumed Scarlett had lost both her babies.

He replied to her, and she nodded her head. Silence crept into the atmosphere. She stared at him endlessly, admiring everything about the man. How everything happened so fast was still so crazy. Just over a year ago, she was here in a marriage that was built on nothing but hate. She suffered trying to make things work and when everything seemed to never work, she had to walk away. It still felt like yesterday how this same man suddenly started chasing her and claiming to love her. She never thought she would ever come back to that same marriage she managed to pay her out of, but here she was today, in love with the same man all over again. Isn't it a miracle?

She burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face. I said sarcastically, "Can you believe it? The other day, he called me, and I hung up on him directly. We're not compatible at all, it's a waste of time. Forget it, don't worry about my little affairs. I've let it go. Let things happen naturally. Besides, I've been watching you all along, and my dreams of love are long gone." Natash·Yael's expression darkened. Love should be mutual, and her difficult love life was due to her one-sided infatuation, hoping for a happy ending that was too extravagant.

“But what if they fight with each other?” “It’s ok. Sometimes they fight, and sometimes they love. But in the end, they should support each other.” Kathy replied, averting her gaze toward their bedroom. “But what if one of them hates others?” Kathy seems concerned. She never saw Raya being so curious about anything. “Why would someone hate? They were married with consent. Yes, there are so many times they would go from the rough patch of life, but love heals everything, Raya.” Kathy vacillated, watching Michael finally bring the gift for her.