We Are Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

I cooked an entire dinner spread to celebrate the day I was supposed to marry my girlfriend. Then, I called her to ask when she would be home. However, I heard her jeering about me with her friends the moment the call connected. "Lydia, Owen is way too easy to fool. That fake marriage certificate didn't even have an official seal, and he still bought it, believing he was your husband. We wouldn't have had to pretend to work at the City Hall if you and Trevor hadn't already gotten the real one." Lydia let out a careless, mocking chuckle. "Husband? Please. He's just a desperate fool who follows me around like a lovesick puppy. The only he's good for is being my free live-in maid. Trevor and I grew up together. He's the one who's always mattered most to me." My fingers tightened around the fake certificate as tears blurred my vision. I had loved her with everything I had for five whole years. Yet, my devotion meant nothing to her. I had never even been considered as a candidate as her future husband. I had only been free help. The woman I had wanted to spend my life with had never loved me at all. Fine. I called my childhood friend instead. "Are you free? Let's go get married."

Ciara Smith, a strong willed and independent woman crosses paths with Brian Salter, A rude, arrogant Manwhore who apparently is every lady's dream. Every Lady except her. For revenge, he offers her a signed contract in order to pay for her father's surgical bill. Could this contract be fate? Will it make or break her? And will Ciara learn to rise above the Challenge? . Ready for a Steamy Romance? Because I am!

Rhian Monteclara, a fun-loving and fiercely ambitious 25-year-old, is the face behind Glam Perfume—the brand that brought “One scent, one story” to life. Rhian only wanted to forget a heartbreak—but one drunken night leads to a pinky promise with a dangerously charming stranger in a crimson suit. She wakes up in his bed, wearing a nightdress she doesn’t recognize… and a promise she might’ve made to marry him. The catch? He’s not just any man—he’s Damon Damien Alejandro, a powerful mafia boss with secrets as lethal as his smile. And now, she might be his… whether she remembers it or not. But what if their meeting wasn’t random? What if he’s been watching her all along? And what happens when a bubbly dreamer finds herself in the deadly world of crime, secrets... and a husband who may be her greatest danger—or her only salvation?

Blurb: King Zaron was once a powerful mafia king, who ruled with tyranny and had no regard for his people. He kills and takes life however, whenever and wherever he wants it. However, things took a new turn when he challenged a young mafia king and lost the battle. To remain in the mafia gang, King Zaron used one of his daughters in exchange for power.

For years I was humiliated by Morgan, until one day my mother married his father and our destiny made us step-siblings. However, no one thought that living so close together would open our hearts to each other without any feelings. "I'm sorry Lexa, but if I don't have you, no one will have you!" "We are brothers, you can't..." I said before

I return to the country after attending an international anesthesia academic conference. That's when I see the news of my boyfriend and twin sister getting married. I'm anxious to verify its authenticity, but my sister drugs me and induces me. "A substitute's child will only be an unwelcome bastard even if it's born. I'm just helping it move on to a better life." Then, she slices me open with a scalpel. She gouges my womb out, causing me to die from significant blood loss. Meanwhile, my boyfriend believes her lies. He's sure he's not the father of my child. He ignores my messages begging him to save me. Instead, he spreads the word about me eloping with someone else. He even wipes all traces of me from his life. "I will never see her again, forever and ever." Five years later, surveillance footage of my sister cruelly murdering me surfaces.

My father died of a serious illness. One day before his funeral, my fiancée returned home to get married to her crush. When I confronted her about her actions, she got annoyed with me. "His father has cancer. His last wish is to see me marry him.” "I just want to do a good deed. Can you stop being so selfish?" When I called her that night, it was her crush who picked up the call. "Helen's showering right now. I'll pass your message to her." I said nothing. All I did was hang up calmly. Later that night, my fiancée finally called me. She sounded exhausted. "I'll be having my wedding reception soon. Don't bother me with your dad's funeral." This time, I continued staying silent. However, I got rid of my engagement ring and canceled all of our engagement plans.

They told me to sign. I didn’t know I was signing my soul to the devil himself. Arielle Brooks never expected a single signature to ruin her entire life. But when a paperwork mix-up accidentally marries her to Empire High’s most arrogant, untouchable senior—Xavier Knight—her quiet life explodes into chaos. He’s rich, cold, and ridiculously good-looking. She’s broke, invisible, and just trying to survive high school. But now, they’re bound by a legal contract that neither of them can escape. He wants her gone. She wants her life back. But the more they fight, the hotter the tension grows… And when secrets, betrayals, and a rival crush enter the picture, Arielle’s forced to ask herself the one question she swore she’d never consider: What if being married to the arrogant senior isn’t the curse she thought it was?

Silver Grayson is a college student who is studying culinary arts at Western College. She has always dreamt of finishing college with good grades and living the best of her life without any worries or drama. But what happens when her parents inform her of her sudden marriage to Luca Corleonesi, a mafia boss.

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.