Nayra, twenty-four, and Rebecca, twenty-seven, are two sisters, one day the parents of Nayra and Rebecca will take the decision to give their two daughters in marriage to the Cardona family, one of the most prestigious families from the country. , in order to have a bigger name in society. Nayra will be forced to abandon her fiancé and Rebecca, having never given importance to love, will accept so as not to receive her mother's wrath, but not everything will go as planned because there will be confusion. , the husband being planned for one will go to the other, an exchange of partners, what are the causes of this exchange and what will be the consequences? Find out in "Double-edged marriage". Happy reading friends My motto: surprise you.
I am Naira Gomez, I am 24 years old and am forced to marry a man for whom I have no feelings in order to honor the family crest. This man I have never seen in my life, he must be around thirty years old. It is said that he is a middle-aged man, embittered being very rich. I had to break up with my boyfriend before the wedding. I will not even be entitled to a grandiose ceremony. They sent me the marriage certificate by post, I signed it reluctantly and sent it back. I am in a car heading for the home of Master Cardona, my husband.
When I got there, I saw no one except the servants; I had hoped to have a separate room with him but my wish was quickly shattered when I saw them carrying my suitcases into what seems to me to be the master bedroom. After I settled in, it was time to sleep. I made a small mattress on the ground where I would sleep.
^ The next morning
I wake up in the morning the sunlight hitting my eyes I don't know how I found myself on the bed wrapped in a blanket, could it be Master Cardona who carried me to bed? I come out of my thoughts surprised to see a handsome man with the physique of an Apollo coming out of the bathroom with damp hair and the towel skirting his hips, dripping drops of water flowing from his hair to his chest, a dream view, but there is a problem how is this possible? Master Cardona should be at least 36 years old and the man in front of me must be twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
- Hello, I see you woke up, said the young man in front of her.
- Hello sir, who are you please?
- I am Dario Cardona your husband.
- I'm confused master Cardona, I was told that you were in your thirties, my big sister Rebecca and I were to marry two members of the Cardona family, me Dario Cardona thirty-six years old and her, Jacob Cardona twenty-eight years old.
- Jacob Cardona is my uncle and he is thirty-six and I am twenty-eight.
If Rebecca finds out I'm married to the man she wants, she'll never forgive me.
- Master Cardona I...
- We'll talk about all this later, let me get dressed
- Okay, sorry ! He gets up, chooses an outfit from his dressing room and goes to the bathroom to change.
I imagine that it is because of my presence that he changes there. He comes out dressed casually and sits on the bed, faces me and breaks the silence.
- Well, we can resume our discussion.
-Master Cardona, I would like a divorce please.
- we haven't even been married for a day, why do you want a divorce?
- My big sister is going to be very frustrated and I think she probably already is, she must have married you, I'm going to divorce her and she'll take my place.
- Sorry but I don't want either of you to be married to her or to you because to me it has no difference or importance, I married a girl from your family because my father being a good friend of yours he wanted a union of our two families chose that I realized
- Master Cardona please.... I didn't even have time to continue when he interrupted me.
- you and I are polygamously married, I had a fiancée before you, I promised her marriage and I intend to keep my promise, you will divorce later
- I don't remember having signed polygamy, she said confusedly
- It was written on the marriage contract ! Of course, I was so angry that I just signed it without reading it and sent it back immediately. - given the expression on your face, I can see that you haven't taken the time to read the contract, in any case my decision has already been made, I'll marry Florence in a week.
How could I have fallen so low? Being in a polygamous home with a man I don't have pitiful feelings for.
- No way !
- Never raise your voice in front of me again!
- I'm sorry, I didn't realize that.
- In a week, the wedding ceremony will take place.
I didn't even have the right to a wedding ceremony and she will have one, it frustrates me. I hope I can at least have a place in this house.
- Do I have to wait that long?
- yes, I will not divorce before the right time
- when is the right time?
- Within a year. A whole year to see them live the perfect love so much to say that I would suffer in silence.
- Is there a way to reduce these days?
- No
- ...
- I'm not a very complicated person, I just ask you to behave like a worthy wife.
How could I know that he doesn't like me and neither do I, plus I'll be the only one to suffer in this union.
- Okay ! so we will never have a relationship...
- Sexual? well if because before our separation you must give me a child.
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."