Mga Maiikling Kwento tungkol sa Melodramatic at mga Nobela ng Bias na may Marriage

An hour into our daughter Nora Cadwell's graduation party, my husband, Samuel Cadwell, still hasn't shown up. More than a hundred calls go unanswered, and every message I send him gets the same automated reply. "On my way." Nora stands to give her speech five different times, only to sit back down again. She keeps her head down and nervously twists the hem of her dress. She just can't bring herself to say the words, "I'd like to thank my parents." When I finally run out of patience and leave the hall, I find Samuel in the hall just next door. He's standing shoulder to shoulder with his widowed first love, Riley Jackson, while her son—whose grades pale in comparison to Nora's—finishes his speech. "I'd like to thank my mom and dad!" Raymond Cooper says with a wide grin on his face. Samuel slips an arm around Riley's shoulders and gives him an approving nod. The room erupts in applause. While I quietly watch them from the side, something inside me finally gives way. I turn and walk back to Nora's graduation party. "He's not coming, sweetheart. Go up there and say what you really want to say," I tell her. I smooth the sadness from her smile with my thumb and whisper, "Remember what we talked about before? You have my full support. Let's do it your way."

I was the only human at the vampire banquet, and the fiancée of the Prince's heir, Lucien. As a child, I once saved Lucien from vampire hunters, and the Prince and his wife chose me for him, sealing our engagement. Everyone envied me. I was merely the daughter of a human nobleman, yet I had the fortune to marry above my station into the Prince's family. To be worthy of him, I worked to make everything perfect. But among vampires, I always seemed slow and clumsy. They moved faster than me, heard far more than I could, and even the simplest vampire customs took me longer to memorize. Every time I reacted a step too slow, Lucien would remind me with a frown. "How are you ever going to be a proper wife like this?" He always said that compared to the girl he grew up with, his former fiancée, I still fell far short. Every single time, I was laughed at without mercy. Lucien would never let anyone hurt me, but he never once defended my dignity. Eventually, I broke off the engagement and decided to marry someone else. Lucien's face darkened. "You're really going to marry this human?" "Yes. Because he has never once called me stupid." Lucien scoffed. "That's your reason?" I nodded. "That's my reason."

I had a massive fight with my husband, Gary Mitchell, while I was six months pregnant. He kicked me out of the house. With nowhere to go and no money, I ducked into a convenience store just to get some warmth. I was staring at the steam rising from the hot food display when the cashier walked over. "Excuse me, Miss. We have one last bottle of amnesia water left. Would you be interested in it?" I froze, then let out a bitter laugh. "I don't have any money." She said, "You don't need to use money. You can exchange it for something from your body." Instinctively, I raised my hand and touched my swollen belly. "How about this?"

"Mom, Dad. I've changed my mind. I'm willing to go back to Bimern and marry Mr. Coleman, even if he's in a coma." I keep it a secret from Frederick Kirby, my boyfriend of seven years. I'm going ahead and arranging a wedding with someone else. Lennon Downey, Frederick and I grew up together. I had fallen in love with Frederick when I was a teenager, while Lennon was always like an older brother to me. We are close, and we've always been that way. That is, until the three of us went on a trip and got caught in a flash flood. Florence Cooper, the fake heiress, stole the credit for saving their lives and even lied that I left them behind to save myself. Since then, they've taken her side in everything. They've even hurt me for her. I cried, fought, and tried to explain over and over again. I thought that they would see her for who she really is one day. However, they never did. All I got in return was betrayal, again and again. I'm done. I just want to leave. I want to disappear from their lives and never, ever see them again.

On the day my dad gets kidnapped, I call my wife, Eliza Wood, who has a net worth of 100 million dollars, for help while sobbing. After she hears me out, she lets out a chuckle. "I've transferred three million dollars to you. This time, be a good boy and don't bother Leon." I quickly agree to Eliza's condition. After that, I transfer the money into the kidnapper's bank account. But when Dad is about to get released, Eliza pulls off some tricks to retrieve the ransom money and freeze the kidnapper's bank account. Thinking that I've tricked him, the furious kidnapper decides to kill Dad. But first, he torments Dad for three long hours before finally ending his life. When I'm on the way to pick up Dad's ashes, I notice photos of Eliza and her newly-hired assistant, Leon Turner, taking over every billboard and monitor in the city. After dealing with Dad's ashes at home, I call Eliza on the phone. "Let's get a divorce." Eliza and Leon's laughter can be heard drifting over the speaker. "This again? Leon told me that you're spending too much money, so he convinced me to give you a light punishment. Don't tell me you got mad at me because of that."

Six weeks before their wedding, Marielle Rousseau tells Dorian Halberg she wants to have another man's baby. When he refuses, she brings it up day after day. Fifteen days before the ceremony, Dorian finds her pregnancy report. She's already nearly a month along. She never intended to wait for his consent. In that moment, the love he's carried for years begins to disappear. Dorian cancels the wedding, destroys the keepsakes of their relationship, and on what should have been his wedding day, walks into a high-security research facility that cuts him off from the outside world. From then on, Marielle has no place in his life.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her glass and rose to leave. Bang! A gunshot ripped through the bar.

My wife, Yasmin Lowe, falls in love with my pet snake. Every night, she claims she is too tired and refuses to let me touch her. In reality, she secretly climbs into the terrarium and spends intimate moments with the snake. After she leaves on a two-day business trip, the snake's temperament changes drastically and it nearly bites my father to death. Furious about this, he has the snake euthanized. What no one expects is that while the snake dies by euthanasia, my entire family dies at Yasmin's hands. "You killed the love of my life. All of you will go to hell with him!" When I open my eyes again, I am back on my wedding night. Beside me, Yasmin quietly lifts the blanket. I smile. Euthanasia? That would be letting them off far too easily.

To marry me, Don Vincenzo Ricci defies the entire Elders' Council and stands against his own Famiglia, pushing through the wedding despite their fierce opposition. In our seven years of marriage, he gives me all the wealth and glory befitting of a Donna, but never truly takes my wishes to heart. I hope he will give me a meaningful keepsake on my birthday, but even though the gifts pile up in the collection room, not a single one is something he chose himself. Vincenzo says, "I had my men prepare these things. How is that any different from choosing them myself?" I hire a painter, wanting to create a portrait of the two of us, but Vincenzo gets his men to place his old solo portrait beside me. Vincenzo leans down and kisses my cheek, asking matter-of-factly, "Can't the painter just use this portrait as a reference to paint me?" I've never blamed him. He's the Don, and I understand that he spends all of his time and energy on handling Famiglia matters. Until one day, I'm on my way back from the villa on the outskirts of the city when a rival famiglia ambushes me, shattering the car windows with shotgun blasts. I only barely escape thanks to my bodyguards. Vincenzo rushes home when he hears what happened, but after seeing that I'm fine, he leaves again after barely exchanging a few words with me. "The recoil on this latest batch of guns is a little too strong, and it's been hurting Siena's wrists. I need to check on Luca and make sure he adjusts the balance for her." I watch him and suddenly realize that he does have time to remember something someone casually mentions after all. It's just that all these years, he's been giving me nothing but halfhearted attention. In that case, I'll pursue a life where people no longer treat me halfheartedly. When I get back to my room, I book a flight out of Sicilia in five days.

A week before we're supposed to get married, my fiancé, Caleb Payne, asks me to book eight tickets for a trip to the coast. He says it's one last trip before the wedding and that everyone we're close to is going. After three days of trying, I finally manage to get eight seats together. But right after I pay, I accidentally see a poll in a separate group chat they created called "Trip Without Anna." The poll asks whether I should go with them. Seven people vote no. One person doesn't choose either option. No one votes yes. The people who voted include Caleb, my own sister, Caleb's childhood best friend, and the cousin I've practically helped raise. I ask Caleb if he's the one who didn't vote. He rubs his forehead. "Yeah. I didn't vote against you. Isn't that enough? Everyone's worried that if you come, you'll be telling people what to do and ruining the fun. Just give me some space before we get married, okay?" "Then why did you ask me to book eight tickets?" Caleb answers like it's obvious, "Because you're good at snagging tickets. We can use the extra seat for luggage. I'll pay you back later." My own sister, Irene Hudson, tries to talk me down. "You two are about to get married. Don't let a few tickets ruin your wedding." I stare at the eight seats together. Turns out, I spent three days getting those seats just so everyone else could take a trip without me. A notification pops up on the booking app, telling me I have ten minutes left to cancel the tickets for a refund. But by then, the tickets are the last thing on my mind. All I can think about is the man I'm about to marry. When everyone else votes against me, he can't even bring himself to vote for me.

After eight years of loving him in vain, my boyfriend, Gilbert Hughes, finally proposed. The wedding is set for a week from now. However, just as I'm happily preparing for it, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and his friends. "I have to give it to Gilbert. The moment he proposes, his first love, Cheryl, gets restless." "But now that Cheryl's back, what are you going to do with your girlfriend?" Gilbert pauses for a moment, then replies casually, "It's fine. I'm not actually going to register my marriage with Jennifer. At worst, I'll just hold a wedding and play along." At the party the next day, he wraps his arm around me dotingly and socializes with our guests. Yet, the moment Cheryl Manning runs out in tears, he instantly lets go of me and chases after her in a panic. I follow quietly and watch them embrace tightly in the dark, kissing each other deeply. With my heart completely shattered, I turn away and dial a number. "Want to get married? I need a groom."

My boyfriend and I were thrown into another world together. He became the cruel and bloodthirsty tyrant from the history books. I became the wicked queen who brought the realm to ruin. The one who was hated by all and torn into shreds in the end. He and I played our parts so that we could change our ending. When I smiled, he granted a realm-wide pardon. On my birthday, he opened the granaries and fed the people. When I became pregnant, he spared the realm three years of taxes and levies. Everyone across the kingdom said no love was more enviable than the king's love for his queen. He held my hand back then and said gently, "There are three things I love most in this world. The sun, the moon, and you. The sun is morning, the moon is night, and you are every morning and every night." But after that miscarriage, everything changed. One by one, the promises he had made turned hollow. And finally, I found a way home. Then I caught him with his concubine in his bed. Since that was the case, I would go back home alone.

Anson Lyndhurst was the laughingstock of Saltmere's high society. While other wealthy husbands were busy fending off mistresses and guarding against illegitimate children, he went out of his way to help his wife, Eleanor Vandermeer, keep her young lovers happy. He always carefully picked out gifts for her current lover's birthday, the holidays, and their anniversaries. When her lover fell ill, Anson knew before Eleanor and would arrange for a private doctor to make a house call. When paparazzi photographed her on a date with her lover and the internet took Anson's side by calling the other man a homewrecker, he had their PR team take the posts down and even put in a good word for the man. Recently, Eleanor had become infatuated with a young college student named Rory Castellan and cast her old lover aside for him. Her former favorite, Gabriel Sutcliffe, refused to accept it. He stormed into the Vandermeer mansion with paparazzi in tow, smashed things and cried foul, and finally slit his wrists in a desperate bid to force Eleanor back to him. However, Eleanor never showed her face, and Anson once again cleaned up the mess. Gabriel lay in the VIP ward, wrapped in bandages. He clutched Anson's wrist tightly. "Anson, Eleanor treated me so well back then, and I stayed by her side for so many years. How could she just change her mind like that?" Anson gave his hand a light pat, a faint smile on his lips. "She cooked for you, fussed over your every need, and gave you whatever your heart desired. The untouchable head of one of the most powerful families in the city went out of her way for you, of all people. Yes, I understand how you feel. "When Eleanor was still in love with me, she treated me even better than she ever treated you."

The first week after I married into Claire Smith's family, her grandfather looked at me across a table full of relatives and said calmly, "From now on, keep your mouth shut and do as you're told." Claire did not say a word in my defense. She did not even look up at me. Yet when we returned to our room that night, she bought me a brand-new watch that had just been released. For the next three years, her younger brother ordered me around like I was his servant, while her mother repeatedly pointed a finger in my face and accused me of living off her daughter. At the family Christmas dinner every year, I was never given a seat at the head table. At the company's annual dinner, I could not even get a proper seat. Every time it happened, Claire would make it up to me afterward with a gift and a few words of comfort. "Just hang in there a little longer. Once I become general manager, I'll finally have a real say in this family." I believed her, so I endured it for three whole years. That all changed when Hank Lawson, a young man Claire had been supporting through a scholarship, joined the company. Hank completely botched a multimillion-dollar project, yet Claire did not criticize him once during the meeting. Instead, she took responsibility for his mistake in front of the entire executive team. "He's still young. He needs time to learn." At the Christmas dinner that year, Hank clumsily knocked over an antique teapot that Claire's grandfather had treasured for years. It hit the floor and shattered, sending pieces of ceramic skittering across the room. Claire immediately grabbed Hank's hand and carefully checked his fingers for cuts, then she looked up at her grandfather. "Grandpa, don't scare him." On Hank's birthday, Claire rented out an entire ballroom at a hotel for the celebration. Almost everyone from the company showed up. They gathered around the two of them, laughing and raising their glasses, as if they were celebrating an engagement rather than a birthday. It was only then that I finally understood. Claire was not incapable of standing up for someone. She simply had never been willing to stand up for me. This time, I did not fight it. I pulled out my phone and called my brother. When he answered, I was silent for a few seconds. I finally said, "I lost. I'm ready to come back and help you."

When I was eight months pregnant, my husband's foster sister invited me to hike a snow-covered mountain. Midway up, an avalanche hit. We were both buried. My husband rushed to the scene, but before I could utter a word, his sister accused me: "She planned this! She tricked me into coming today!" I tried desperately to explain. He didn't listen. Instead, he lashed out at me. "Sandra doesn't know any better, but you should! So what if she's blunt? Is this your petty revenge? Your pathetic life couldn't even begin to repay hers if she'd been hurt!" Then he left. Took her hand. Walked away. I screamed after him, begging him to save our baby. He didn't even glance back. Worse, he unhooked my safety harness and shoved me out of the rescue group. "Since you're so clever, find your own way down." Not long after, another avalanche hit. This time, I couldn't get back up. Three hours later, Sandra was in a car accident. She needed a blood transfusion. That's when he finally thought of me. But by then, he didn't know—I was already gone. Me, and the child I'd never hold, were still buried under the snow.

All it takes is one offhand remark from Tanya Smith's childhood sweetheart, Harry Lieberman, calling our daughter, Melanie Curry, and me fat and ugly to wound her pride and send us both to a weight-loss training camp. For an entire year, I barely get enough to eat. I starve until I develop heart disease and endure one torment after another. Melanie has it worse. The grueling workouts and constant hunger push her body to its breaking point, leaving her barely alive. Desperate, I call Tanya for help, but she sounds heartbreakingly contemptuous. "It's just a weight-loss camp. So what if you skip a few meals? Think of it as detoxing. Don't make such a big deal out of it. And don't call me again until Melanie reaches her target weight!" With that, she hangs up. Later, Melanie passes away from organ failure due to malnutrition and overtraining. Tanya comes to take me out of the camp. Her tone is as critical and condescending as ever. "Has she finally lost weight? Or is she planning to stay in there until she dies from being so fat?" My eyes are empty, my gaze hollow. Tanya has no idea that our daughter is dead.

After my entire family was executed by slow slicing, I became the sensible, understanding wife Tristan Blackwood had always wanted. I stopped asking where he went. I stopped screaming at him to send his widowed sister-in-law away. When he said he wanted to take her as a second lawful wife to carry on his late brother's line, I calmly agreed. On their wedding day, I accepted the cup of tea Sabine offered me and, with a smile, handed her a marriage blessing. Tristan grabbed me by the throat and roared in fury. "Elowen, you know I earned that blessing for you, kneeling and bowing at every step of the way! Why would you give it to someone else? "Do you still blame me for not saving your father and brothers? "Is this how you're punishing me? How long are you going to keep this up?" His eyes were full of pain, but my smile was calm. He was the one who used my whole family's lives to force me into obedience. I was only giving him what he wanted. What he didn't know was that I was waiting. Right now, the remains of my entire family hung from the city gates for all to see. In three more days, I could finally collect their bodies. And on that same day, I would join my father and brothers, who had died wronged.

Lena Chapman and Shane Steele are the two most notorious troublemakers in Jerandale. Lena has smashed up bars, torched yachts, dumped a glass of red wine right over her ex's face, and rammed paparazzi cameras with her sports car. Shane has street-raced, flipped poker tables, and driven enemies straight to bankruptcy, forcing them to beg on their knees and even pour him drinks with a smile. Nobody ever expected these two handfuls to end up in a commercial marriage. When the news breaks, the entire social scene gasps. With those two living under the same roof, won't they tear the place apart?

My mother had a rare disease. After months of dead ends, I found one person in the country who could treat her. She told me there was a price. She said she needed a husband. I agreed. For my mother, I agreed. For six years I was her ATM. I bought her the bags. I bought her the watches. It got worse. She used my money to keep a kept man. She brought him into our bed. The day my mother had her last surgery, she walked out of the operating room halfway through to go celebrate her lover's birthday. The moment they pronounced my mother dead, I decided there and then, she was paying for that with her life.

When I was three months pregnant, I walked straight into an ambush. A bullet tore through my arm, and they rushed me to the hospital. By the time it was over, the baby had been torn out of me alive. The surgeon, Mia, passed it off as a tragic mistake. I tore the hospital apart, and my husband, Leon, only looked annoyed. "It's one kid. We'll have another. Why put the doctor through hell over it?" Then I saw the smug woman standing behind him, and it all came together. I smiled at Leon. What he didn't know was that in the gang shootout three months ago, the bullet to his stomach had left him sterile for good. And that baby was the only blood he would ever have.