A Marriage On The Edge Novels & Stories

It was like the cells in my head were throwing a wild after-party, banging against my skull and tugging on my eye sockets as they danced. “Here.” Davy held out two tablets, and he helped me into a sitting position, watching as I took them and closed my eyes, waiting for the effect to take place. “Where are we, love?” I whispered, the drummers in my head quieting down after they had received their bribe—Advil. The room was brown and white; the table beside it held little, and yet it held no recognition. The bed was too small to be ours; otherwise, I would be sure to get a refund or even leave the marriage, as there was no way I was consummating my wedding with this tiny-ass bed that seemed li

Tell me—how could you possibly marry him? I slowly set my glass down and stepped forward. My voice was steady and composed. "It wasn't really a trick, was it? Haven't I been saying all along that I was getting married this week? "You're the one who never believed me." Owen stumbled back in disbelief, his whole body trembling. "I thought—" "You thought what? That I had no choice but to marry you? "Owen, you saw the scars on my body with your own eyes, yet you still turned your back on me and went on helping Louise.

He continued, his tone smooth and practiced, as if he was reading from a script. “Jennifer and i have rekindled our relationship we never had to let go of, and in light of that…” My heart pounded so loud i could barely hear his next words. “…I am announcing my separation from Eloise.” He announced. The word echoed, causing the tears i had steadied to start streaming again. Separation?” He was ending our marriage—on live television? What more better way to humiliate me than this? I sat frozen, watching as the camera captured Jennifer’s coy smile, she leaned into him with a sense of possession and victory.

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

I sense two pairs of eyes glaring at me, but I don't turn to look, knowing it's from Sophia and Becca. Dad placed my hands in Dominic's hands, who nodded at my dad. “I will.” “You're better,” Evan adds before kissing my forehead and returning to his seat. “Hey, sister-in-law!” Chris winks at me. “Congratulations.” I smile, and Dominic turns us to face the officiant. I hear the crowd sit down. “We are gathered here together to witness the holy matrimony between Mr. Dominic Marshall and Miss Savannah Millers,” the officiant begins. I guess the name hasn't been changed to Knights yet.

'' She asked me showing her puppy eyes. ''You know i can't say no *sneeze* to you.'' I replied. ''Really?? Oh God! Please make sure tomorrow everything goes smoothly and he say yes for the girl.'' My brother-in-law prayed and this time i throw the cushion on him. ''What??" He asked me innocently. ''Seriously?? Why you're so desperate to marry me off ??" I asked him. ''So that you can left my wife.'' He replied glaring at me and i raised my eyebrow.

Adam Locke made it his mission to control our marital finances. Every time I needed money, he subjected me to an interrogation. All I was allowed was 300 dollars a month, no more, no less. "Asking for money again?" Adam asked, shoving his ledger in my face. "You've already reached your withdrawal limit for this month!" I stared at the ledger. That 300-dollar budget was supposed to cover our children's medical bills, our daily household expenses, and even the money Adam owed restaurants or colleagues whenever he got drunk at one of his "business events." Not a single one of those expenses had been for me. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up from the table, and his tone softened al

"No." "You haven't even considered it." "I don't need to. None of it works." I came around the desk and watched her track the movement the way she'd tracked everything from the rooftop carefully, without flinching, but tracking it all the same. "A marriage that exists only for photographers and dissolves the moment it stops being useful is exactly the construction Graham's lawyers will find in eleven minutes. Separate residences. No shared history anyone can verify. A prenegotiated exit clause timed suspiciously close to a hostile business outcome. That's not a marriage, Ms. Marsh. That's a paper trail with a wedding photo stapled to the front of it."

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

Dean's words cut through the tension, leaving Kaitlyn to grapple with the unexpected truth about their marriage. Kaitlyn responds with a mix of anger and disbelief. "You married me for your father's wealth, so don't pin it all on me! If you truly didn't want to marry me, why say 'I do' when you were asked if you wanted to take me as your wife? At least I married you out of love!" The room echoes with the intensity of their argument, now shaded by the revelation of Dean's coerced marriage.