Web Novel The Second Marriage Novels & Stories

"And then she goes and gets married, to none other than the alpha of the enemy pack, Levi Grant! And do you know why she did it? She did it because she loves being the center of attention. She knew that way she'd be on everyone's mouth." Sebastian takes a step towards me and looks at me menacingly. "Don't you think it's pathetic to marry another man just to put on a show? Even though, it's obvious that you're still in love with me," he adds. He grabs my chin and lifts it up, making me look at him. His blue eyes are full of venom. For an instant I can't believe that this man and the one I was about to marry are one and the same I am unable to move, but Levi then appears. He pushes Sebastian a

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

I then put on something normal and sat on the bed. Why did I choose to marry someone like him? Isn’t marriage supposed to be about having a happily ever after? They say love represents the start of a new life. But this is not how I envisaged my experience to be. I married a guy to get a permanent residency card. This union is a never-ending series of pains and sacrifices. Regularly, I am insulted. Every day, he creates headlines, and I have no choice but to sit and watch.

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

Charlotte's fists clenched at her sides, the words slicing deep, but she held her ground. Charlotte's words dripped with venom as she sneered, “Back out of this marriage, so you can have a chance?" A bitter smile twisted her lips. "You think your little secret is safe? Anastasia, no matter what you do, you'll always be Howard's adopted sister, and I will always be his wife. You'll never take my place, so stop dreaming."

Sapphire jumped on me, wrapping her hands around my neck, and then kissed my cheek. “You are not a kid anymore, Sapphire.” I groaned in frustration but smiled while holding her by her waist. Sapphire was a bit shorter than me. So, she had to tiptoe to hold me by my neck. “I am so happy. This is our second victory.” She exclaimed excitedly. I didn’t mind her words because, in a way, getting our certificate was really a second victory. Whoever didn’t want me to get my marriage certificate with Arthur hadn’t given up, and we almost got in an accident when we were coming to the bureau.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

With that, he turns and walks out of the room without hesitation, leaving me standing exactly where he left me, the silence swallowing me whole as I blink back the tears threatening to spill and focus on keeping myself upright. I sit in the back of the car on the ride home, watching the city pass by through the tinted window and trying to register that I am technically married now, that somewhere in a drawer inside that estate, there is a document with my name beside Stephano’s, proof that my life has shifted into something that no longer resembles what it did yesterday. The driver doesn't speak, and I am grateful for that because I don't trust myself enough not to break the moment someone e

my stepmother snapped, cutting through my reverie. I glanced at the documents, picking it up steadily. With a simple deliberate motion, I signed my name on the marriage contract and handed it back to her. "Here I have signed it, happy now," I said, smirking at the stunned expression on their faces. They had expected me to put up a fight like I did in my previous life but I was going to do things differently this time. I wasn't going to let anyone, not even God take back this opportunity I was given.