A Marriage On The Edge Novels & Stories

Adrian decided that marriage was hard. There was no sugar coating it. The dreaded prison called marriage was not for the faint hearted. On their wedding night, Kristen had informed him that they were not going to be having sex for the entirety of their marriage. Well she didn’t say that but he got her message loud and clear. Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place.

" I never think about marriage, not even for a single second. It gives me goosebumps. Marrying someone is like going to prison. "I just got into a scandal, then you will just say that I need to marry someone? Dad, marriage is not a joke; you can't just say it like it's not a big deal! It's my life that will be ruined if I just marry someone that I don't even love," I said, and I was about to walk away from my father, but I heard him talk again.

⸻ Aaron laughed. Thomas started laughing too. ⸻ “We’ve literally been married already.” ⸻ “Not the point,” Edward declared. ⸻ Elara shook her head. ⸻ Aaron smiled. ⸻ “We wanted to do it properly.” ⸻ Edward’s expression softened immediately. ⸻ For a moment, he looked emotional. ⸻ And tried very hard to hide it. ⸻ Unfortunately— nobody believed him. ⸻ “So when’s the wedding?”

" Edward simply gritted his teeth; he was blinded by anger. Lía lets out a laugh that can be heard all the way to the living room, her sarcastic tone was on the surface. “Are you crazy dear? Of course not, I'm not going to cancel anything, we're just a couple of days away, what's more, all the decorators and organizers will be here early tomorrow morning, I don't care what happens, we're getting married Edward Collen! We are going to get married as I always wanted, since I met you, you became an illusion for me, and now my dreams will come true.

Is this marriage a business arrangement or romance? Fairytale or facade? Does she even love him? Or is marrying the eldest son part of a plan to get a share of the inheritance? I set the tablet down. “This is bullshit. It was an accident.” Victor laughed. “An accident?” He spread his hands dramatically. “The entire country is questioning whether your marriage is real. You lost shares. Investors are nervous. Your wife was arrested for attempted murder. And now she nearly sends you into anaphylactic shock because she didn't know something as simple as your medical history.”

Someone beautiful. Someone glamorous. Someone perfect. "I’m not talking about a real marriage here.” His frown was back, his voice as steady and calm as a patient teacher speaking to a slow student. “It would be a marriage on paper and would only last a year, max. We wouldn’t even have to go through the charade of a big wedding. We could marry privately with only the minimum witnesses required to make it legal.”

“I’m not here to replace anyone. I’m here because someone chose to grow, and I’m growing with him. That’s what marriage should be.” The response went viral. The backlash against the reporter was immediate. But more importantly—Harrison saw it too. That night, he returned home early. For once, he wasn’t in a suit. He looked tired—but something in his eyes was proud. “You didn’t have to defend me,” he said as soon as he entered the room. “I didn’t,” Tymm replied, walking toward him. “I defended us.” They stood there, close but not touching, the tension melting into something deeper.

“I never gave the media any news that I would be getting married. It's from Susanne Hallison, the same woman who circulated the news that I was gay. What more could you expect from her?” The interviewer looked at both of us and my throat tightened. I barely managed to smile again. “That's something to hold onto.” With more questions coming in, the constant reminder I got was that tomorrow was the wedding day. Like… I would actually be married with no family member with me? Who gets married like that? I only had my mother, but she was sick. Arthur had asked about them and I dismissed the questions. No one would forget it, all right. I was the one married to Linden Rawlings. In one year, I wou

After we climbing into bed, I flicked the light switch off and the room fell into darkness. “I'm sorry, do you sleep with lights on or off?” “Off,” he replied. “Okay.” I laid on my side, turning away from him. The gold on my ring finger glint and captured my attention. Teasing it with my thumb, I light at the small center diamond stone. I really did get married today. It was not exciting but it was not depressing. I smiled and laughed. Hardin was present but just not as my husband. Edward became my husband and he remained respectful despite how little we knew of each other.

Lisa’s POV Lisa stood in front of her dad, her eyes filled with tears, feeling stunned by his words. "You can't just marry me off like that. I'm not some kind of property to be traded. I have my feelings and dreams," Lisa said, her voice trembling with emotion. Mr. Edward stood there, listening to her, and responded calmly, "Lisa, you know how important this marriage is for my company and business. Besides, it's a contract marriage." "I don't care! I refuse to marry someone I don't love just because it's convenient for you," Lisa asserted, her voice filled with determination.