Novel & Cerita Web Novel The Second Marriage

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 want to spend my life with you. Build a future. Face whatever comes together. But only if you want that too. No pressure. No timeline. Just eventually?" I pulled my hand away. "You're asking me to marry you?" "Yes." "After Catherine threatened to kill you? After everything that's happened? That's insane." "Probably. But I love you. And I don't want to wait for the perfect moment. Because there is no perfect moment. There's just now." I stood. Paced. "I can't get married. I was married. To Flynn. It was a nightmare." "I'm not Flynn." "I know that. But marriage is..." I couldn't finish. Couldn't explain the panic rising in my chest.

~Camila’s POV~ Marriage is supposed to be pleasant, but mine has been nothing but a succession of storms. These storms are wearing me out. I was never given the opportunity to enjoy my marriage. Storms, according to popular belief, are only ephemeral. If you are caught in a storm, you will either die or become numb. Your beauty can even attract the attention of a raging thunderstorm. For some women, getting married to Christopher Grayston is the culmination of a long-held fantasy. That is not the case with me, though, as I was fucking married to that cretin without even knowing who he was. With a son now as a responsibility, I’m feeling the weight of the world. I am overcome with emotion at

"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.

And just like that, I was married. The reception was held in one of the most extravagant venues in the city, a place Asher had secured without so much as a second thought. Everything was perfect—too perfect, in fact. But the moment I saw them again, sitting in the crowd, that uneasy feeling returned. I tried to push it aside, choosing to focus on the guests who were supposed to be here, the ones who toasted to our marriage with laughter and warm wishes. But it was only a matter of time before things went downhill.

“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."

I have a model-like figure with heavy br*asts, and with a good height of 5'7", I was truly looking stunning. With light makeup, paired with diamond jewellery, it really made me look different from my usual look. I looked beautiful, and somehow, I was now eager to see Jack’s reaction when he would lift my veil. My heart was now racing a bit in anticipation. This was an arranged cum business marriage between my family and Jack’s. Jack Froste is the younger son of the Froste family. I am Pearl Nickelson, the eldest daughter of my family. Our family arranged this marriage for mutual benefits, and as the eldest daughter, I agreed to this marriage. Jack and I have met a few times in the past two m

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.

“You’re letting emotion cloud your judgment.” “Maybe,” I replied. “But it’s my mistake to make and my life to live. I would appreciate it if you stopped pulling stunts like this. Stop trying to manipulate me into a relationship I don’t want.” “Marriage is a business transaction, Evelyn,” Margaret said coldly. “It’s not about love or feelings. Fine, I get that you’re worried about Isabella, but you shouldn’t be. You’ll be Adrian’s wife, recognised by the law and the society; Isabella is nothing but a mere mistress.”