loveaftermarriage

Don't let yourself get swept off your feet by this cowboy. The son of Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira, the most legendary cowboy of all time, and Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira, the worlds richest man, Buck Danilo Taylor-Pereira is the reason heartbreak country music is written with his gorgeous dimples and panty dropping smile he will have you swooning within seconds. No one can escape his charm and his new young personal assistant is no different. What will Danilo do when everything in his head screams no but his heart roars yes. Will the cowboy follow in his fathers' footsteps or bring a new level of drama to a family known for chaos? Book Two of the 'His' series. Follow Book one, His Cowboy for the beginning of one of the most legendary relationships of all time!

Skylar Velcourt believes that she will one day follow in the footsteps of her father, and return her homeland, Astros, to its former glory. But when Lord Cario Everus extends a proposal to unite their two Houses, she does not expect her father to accept. Now she is betrothed to his son, Lord Caspian Everus, and sentenced to a political marriage she never asked for. The two knew each other as children, and when they meet again after years apart, Skylar immediately despises him. He is cold, unreadable and infuriatingly indifferent. When Skylar begs him to refuse the marriage. Caspian ignores her pleas out of duty. And so they marry, bound by politics, resentment, and a shared vow to keep their distance. Thrust from the warm gardens of Astros, to the cold fortresses of Xoras, Skylar struggles to adjust to her new life and all its restrictive rules. And her marriage is no better. It is a performance by day, and a battlefield in private. Skylar loathes Caspian’s rigid honour and unkindness, while Caspian resents Skylar’s defiance and fire. They try to destroy each other with every glare and conversation, yet beneath the hostility lies something neither of them can explain or ignore. But Skylar soon uncovers a truth far more terrifying than an unwanted marriage. She discovers the real reason House Everus proposed a union. It is a plan of deception and betrayal, one that sentences Skylar to imminent death. Skylar has no solid evidence, nor any allies. No one will believe her. If she speaks, or run away, she will be dismissed as a desperate girl trying to escape her marriage. Every choice will doom her parents and Astros, with it. There is only one path left. And it is the most dangerous of them all.  Skylar must make her husband, Caspian Everus fall in love with her.  But affection is harder to fake than hatred, and the task seems impossible. Even as the lines between act and reality begin to blur, and tensions rise between them, Skylar wonders if the man she vowed to hate can truly save her and her family from destruction, or will he become the greatest threat of all?

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one… fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while… because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me… live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • VERY slow-paced • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

Chahat fell in love with Aarav from their very first clash. But Aarav’s heart belonged to someone else — Myra The wedding that was meant to unite Aarav and Myra… fate had other plans. In an unexpected twist of destiny, it was Chahat who became Aarav’s bride. On one side stands her silent, unconditional love. On the other, Aarav’s heart that never chose her. Can a marriage born out of circumstances turn into true love? Can Aarav ever look at Chahat the way she has always looked at him? Love at First Clash — A story where a misunderstanding led to marriage… but will it ever lead to love?

she thought after graduation it’d be boring, like blazers and deadlines and maybe shitty coffee. not… this. not waking up next to someone who could buy a whole city just because he felt like it. fate probably packed its bag, booked a one-way flight, and said “good luck, babe,” because what kind of joke is marrying the man everyone whispers about but no one’s actually seen? he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t need to. the room bends around him, and somehow she’s the idiot standing there pretending she’s not scared. he’s cold, or that’s what she tells herself, until he’s not. until the smile looks like danger and the touch feels like a threat dressed up as affection. and maybe it’s love. maybe it’s something uglier. maybe it’s both, tangled so tight she can’t tell which is choking her first. either way, there’s no running. not from him. not from what he is. Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE

“What did I ever do to make you all hate me so much?" I suppressed the tears that threatened to trickle down my face as my hands trembled by my side. "Please forgive us, Emma. We are sorry." Xerxes said quietly while Xavier regarded me with brooding eyes, not uttering a single word. "We’re sorry. We didn’t know the truth back then. "But we do now. And we—we love you." Xander added. “Love?” I spat. “You think loving me is enough to make me forget the trauma and years of hating? What about the undeserved punishments and how you picked Vera over me time and time again?”They flinched, but I didn't stop speaking. "Love doesn’t erase scars. Love doesn't undo pain, you self-righteous jerks! And sometimes—" With a stony expression, I met each of their gazes, one by one. “Love just isn’t enough." I stepped back holding my head high. "You want my heart? Earn it. I won’t just hand it over, not after what you all did to me." Then I turned and walked away, leaving them in the silence, and shame I had swallowed for years. It was time for them to earn my love and I wouldn't give it to them on a platter of gold. ** ** ** ** The Beta's Bastard. A lowly omega. Her mother's mistake. That was what she was known as. All her entire life, Emma Hunter was sentenced to live as a Pack slave—unseen, unloved, and unwanted. But on her 18th birthday, everything changed. A twisted stroke of fate mated her to the cruel Alpha Triplets—Xavier, Xander, and Xerxes, who hated her with every fibre of their being. The good news? They were Emma’s first love before everything came tumbling down. The bad news? Emma was mated to the Alphas, who were betrothed to her half sister—Vera—the golden girl of the Pack. And Vera? She wasn’t about to let a bastard ruin her perfect Luna fantasy. Discarded, humiliated, rejected and treated like trash, Emma was forced to watch in pain while they treated her sister better than her. But fate has a twisted sense of humour because when lie, and dangerous secrets come to light, Emma becomes the woman the triplets want not just as their Luna but as their love. Now they all want her. Need her. But Emma is no longer the weak little omega they thought she was. One used her. One wants to own her. One will betray her. And in a world built on scandals and dangerous revelations, who will Emma choose as her mate among the triplets? What will be the fate of the other two? Who will betray her? Find out in this tale of romance, betrayal and twisted secrets that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

Lydia enters a contract marriage with billionaire Malik Hightower, believing it is only a temporary arrangement meant to solve their personal problems. At first, their relationship is cold and strictly business, with clear rules to keep emotions out of the picture. However, as they spend more time together, the distance between them slowly fades. Lydia begins to see the caring and protective side of Malik, while Malik finds himself drawn to Lydia’s strength, honesty, and warmth. Their fake marriage gradually turns into real love. Just as their feelings deepen, Malik’s past returns to threaten their happiness, creating tension and testing their trust. Despite the challenges and misunderstandings, Lydia and Malik choose to stand by each other and fight for their relationship. Two weeks after their first true moment of intimacy, Lydia discovers she is pregnant, marking a new beginning for them both. What started as a reluctant agreement becomes a genuine love story, as they build a family and a future together, proving that sometimes the most unexpected relationships lead to the greatest happiness.

She died trying to escape her mafia husband. On the night she fled his mansion, gunfire shattered the silence and her last memory was his men closing in. She died believing the monster she married had ordered her death. But fate is cruel. She wakes on the day of their forced marriage, memories intact and terror clawing at her chest. This time, she will escape before it’s too late. Yet the longer she stays, the more her certainty begins to crack. In a world of lies, power, and blood, one question haunts her: Was he truly her executioner… or the only man standing between her and the grave?

On the night of her engagement party, Alayna Sandra discovers her future contract husband is cheating on her with her own sister. She's shattered, broken, and furious all at once. So when she finds his stepbrother, Dafa Halton, she marries him instead. But now, why is her ex fiance the one begging her to come back? And who would have thought that his useless stepbrother would turn out to be the best man she's ever met. -Love Reclamation: Escaping My Contract Husband, Finding His Stepbrother By Yuliaresi Anjelina

Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Elena Vale lost everything. Her family’s company was stolen, her reputation destroyed, and the man she loved chose power over her life. But death was not the end. When Elena wakes up three years in the past, she realizes fate has given her a second chance. This time, she refuses to be the naive woman everyone once used. Armed with the knowledge of the future, she begins rebuilding her power, one calculated move at a time. Her enemies think she is weak. They think she will fall again. They are wrong. As Elena sets her revenge into motion, one man begins watching her closely. Adrian Blackwood, the cold and dangerously influential billionaire who rarely shows interest in anyone. Powerful, mysterious, and impossible to read, he sees through the mask she wears. What begins as a strategic alliance soon becomes something far more complicated. In a world of betrayal, ambition, and ruthless power plays, Elena must decide: Will revenge be enough… or will love become the one risk she never planned for?

When my grandmother’s dying wish meets his father’s desperate PR stunt, we ended up signing a marriage contract. Two people, one house, and three rules: no touching, mind your own business, and absolutely no scandals. Theodore Callaghan is a notorious womanizer with a reputation that could ruin his father’s career. I, Dianna Beaumont, is a calm, unbothered heiress who couldn’t care less about his antics. For months, our arrangement stays perfectly… controlled. Until another man appears, and suddenly, Theo can’t stop watching me, touching me, even craving me in ways that make my pulse race. And when his jealousy explodes… it leaves me helpless, wanting, and pregnant.

NEW. MASS UPDATE check out my other novels too!! *** Everyone thought Grant was a broke, useless son-in-law living off his wife’s family. They mocked him. Humiliated him. Treated him like trash. But they were wrong. Behind that quiet smile is a man with unimaginable power… the wealthy young master of the prominent Morgan family. Grant was never the leech they thought he was. He was simply repaying a debt to Daisy’s father—three years of marriage and silent protection. Yet the James family never saw his worth and instead made his life unbearable in every possible way. Daisy James never loved her husband. She pitied him at best… until she started to see the man behind the mask. The way he protected her when no one else would. The quiet strength in his eyes. The secrets he carried alone. Now Daisy’s heart is betraying her. She’s falling for the man everyone calls useless, only to discover he’s the most dangerous man of all. During his time in the James family, Grant uncovers a buried secret tied to his past, one that could destroy everything he’s vowed to protect. And when Grant’s true identity is revealed, Daisy will have to decide: stand by the man she’s only just begun to love… or watch the James family’s darkest secrets consume them both.

On the night of her engagement, Stella Norton, the adopted and unworthy second daughter of James Norton, is accused of infidelity and replaced by her own sister. Humiliated and heartbroken, Stella is cast out of the hall under her father’s orders while her mother looks on. In a daze of pain and betrayal, she wanders into a club, desperate to drown her sorrow—only to fall into the arms of a stranger ~Adrian Carter~ whose presence feels dangerously magnetic. By morning, she wakes to a shocking reality. Adrian holding out a marriage certificate. “Mate, we’re married,” he said. "What mate?" What marriage?" "We were never school mates, how do you call me mate?" She shrieked. Adrian Carter, the cold and mysterious heir of the Carter Empire had a secret no one knows…he is the Alpha of the most powerful pack in Crown City. But fate doesn’t stop at secrets. As their worlds collide, Stella discovers that her own past is far from ordinary. Hidden truths, prophecies, bonds, and dark forces begin to rise—testing not only their love but their very fate. Will their marriage survive the storm of destiny? Can love survive when destiny itself demands blood and truth? Or will it consume them both?

Hua Manman never expected to transmigrate into a satisfying palace-intrigue novel, becoming the cannon fodder female supporting character in the book. She tried to turn the tables, but discovered that as long as she didn't act according to the plot, she would feel a heart-wrenching pain as if being stabbed by a knife. In that case, she might as well just lie flat and be a salted fish! But what was baffling was, why did that Prince Zhao, known for being sinister, ruthless, and treacherous, always like to stare at her? ... Prince Zhao discovered that something seemed to be wrong with his ears. As long as he stared at someone, he could hear that person's inner thoughts. For example, right now, Hua Manman was crying with tears streaming down her beautiful face: "To be able to receive the Prince's favor is truly a blessing this humble servant has cultivated in a past life!" However, what she was thinking in her heart was— "Oh my, this chili oil today has quite a kick! It's making me cry so hard I can't even stop." ... (1v1, Sweet)

A modern royal setting, the male lead has a leg disability. Five years ago, their statuses were worlds apart. He was the Prince of a nation and she was a commoner; they were fated to end in divorce. When others mocked her for marrying a cripple, she would only give a faint smile. When they divorced, he gripped her chin and demanded, "Am I..." Five years later, they met again. The next day, he came with money to pester her relentlessly.

Ding Ancheng, a math teacher at County First Middle School in Huaixi County, is a highly eligible young man whom countless girls aspire to marry. He has good looks and a good job. Although his personality is a bit cold, this is not a flaw; his decisiveness in rejecting others assures a sense of security. However, such a fine man was snatched up by Yi Roujing, who is only beautiful but supposedly brainless, leaving many girls in despair. The brainless Yi Roujing... No, she is not like that. She is a lucky girl blessed with beauty and intelligence, thriving in this age where material goods are in short supply. Ding Ancheng discovers that the wife who was so eager before their marriage has changed… Oh, he has changed too, becoming a devoted follower of his wife!

Qin Mei accidentally transmigrated to the 1970s. The original owner of the body was also named Qin Mei. She wasn't in an arranged marriage without choice, but rather coveted Jie Jingchen. Having heard from somewhere that he was going to marry a primary school teacher, she decided to strike first, creating a fait accompli and forcing him to marry her. Her methods were despicable, but they were effective. The original owner was a massive troublemaker; at only eighteen, she had already become a widow, branded as a husband-jinx. The 'Chong Xi' marriage failed, sending the person on their deathbed to their grave, and she was nailed to the village's pillar of shame. ... She has none of the original owner's memories. As someone from the 21st century, how is she supposed to survive in the 1970s? Fortunately, the original owner found her a husband before she died. She'll cling to his thigh, live off him, curry favor with her parents-in-law, dominate her sisters-in-law, tear apart the "green tea bitches," help her eldest sister-in-law, kick her brother-in-law, encourage her disabled younger sister-in-law, and ride the spring winds of reform to get rich. ... "Why isn't Sister-in-law here to take care of you yet?" Jie Jingchen's mouth twitched. He looked at the busy figure by the next sickbed; his wife was taking care of another man. "Are you sure he's your husband?" Jie Jingchen couldn't help but ask. "Are you kidding? Would I mistake my own husband?" Qin Mei glared at him. Not until the man's wife arrived and she was beaten up for being the "other woman," did Qin Mei become completely bewildered. After taking meticulous care of him for a week, who on earth had she been taking care of? ... Under a tree, the neighbors sat together chatting. "So-and-so's daughter-in-law died from drinking pesticide." "Why drink the pesticide herself? Why not give it to her in-laws? If you're not afraid of dying, why would you be afraid of poisoning their whole family? If it were me, I'd definitely drag their whole family down with me to be buried together. That way, I wouldn't be lonely on the Yellow Springs Road." Qin Mei couldn't help but chime in. "..." Everyone was speechless. This conversation... made all the in-laws tremble in fear.

[Historical + Book Transmigration + The 80s + Marry First, Love Later + Steamy + Getting Rich] As Song Qingya, a popular 21st-century actress, she unexpectedly transmigrates into the 1980s along with her rival. Unfortunately, her rival becomes the original female lead of the novel, Wen Xiuxiu. And she becomes the unlikable cannon fodder ex-wife who pesters the male lead. The moment she opens her eyes, she's dealt a bad hand. The original owner of the body was set to demand a divorce and elope with her first love, only to be sold to an old bachelor and brutally abused to death at a young age. Song Qingya will never let herself fall to such a fate. Without a second thought, she begins to act! The frail beauty, eyes slightly red, tugs on the corner of Fei Jin's shirt. "I regret it. I don't want a divorce anymore. Take me home, okay?" The man's Adam's apple bobbed as he scooped her up. "Alright. Don't you regret this."

In her past life, Jessie Sterling moved abroad for Julian Grant, only to have him break his promise and stand her up late at night for another woman on her birthday. Reborn into this life, Jessie Sterling personally severed her past adoration and affection, and instead entered a marriage of convenience with Victor Morgan, the heir to a century-old prestigious family in Aethelburg, a match approved by her family. She had originally thought it would just be a marriage for mutual benefit, and that they would treat each other with polite respect after the wedding. People in their social circle were not very optimistic about this newlywed couple with vastly different personalities. Until one day, some friends paid a late-night visit. By the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Four Joys Courtyard, a group of people saw the man who dominated the business world by day having his knee stepped on. He held a bottle of cat-eye nail polish and was currently bowing his head, diligently painting the toenails of the foot resting on his knee. "Is this okay?" With a coquettish air, Jessie Sterling glanced down, her chin slightly raised like a spirited little peacock, "Well, it's passable, I suppose. But I think it could use another coat?" Victor Morgan was almost driven to laugh in exasperation by her words. After setting down Jessie Sterling's leg, he moved forward, planting his hands on either side of her, his eyes deep and dark as he said in a low voice, "Mrs. Morgan, that's enough!" Before Jessie Sterling could react, in the next moment, the man had already leaned in and captured the red lips before him that had been tempting him for so long. "Mrs. Morgan, don't you think this... is what really needs another coat of color?" The group of people who had just walked through the courtyard entrance froze on the spot. How the hell could this be called... treating each other with polite respect?