A Marriage On The Edge Novels & Stories

⸻ 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?”

But she was very happy for Edge to finally have real family and a place he truly belonged. "This has been the best day. The only thing that will make it perfect, is if you'd agree to be my wife. So, Addie, will you marry me?" Edge asked. He brought a ring out of his pocket. He'd bought it a while back. The perfect time to ask her hadn't appeared until now. Addie gasped and tears pooled in her eyes. She quickly nodded her head. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" Addie cried. ***Up next is Allison and Scribe's story!

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?”

Her palms are soft. The crowd gathers around as the spotlight falls on us. The soft music of “Best Friend” by Kenny Rogers plays in the background as we dance. My hands are wrapped around her waist, and hers are locked around my neck. “You should be smiling or even bursting out laughing right now.” “Why?” “You don't want the guests to think I forced you into this marriage, do you?” She scoffs. “They can think what they like,” she says as she rolls her eyes before catching herself and smiling.

He returned a moment later, basically dragging Edward back through the door with him. “What happens if I don’t sign these?” he ripped the file off the table, waving it at Edward like a madman. Edward was visibly shaking from the encounter, “You will be officially served and then we will take you to court.” “And what happens when she changes her mind?” Edward pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, straightening his spine, “IF Mrs. Wood changes her mind, then it would be a moot point. But my advice to you is to just absolve the marriage amicably. Your wife is willing to walk away with nothing and given the circumstances, you should agree now.”

Inseparable in a real marriage. Forever. *End*

I replied and said, "Hello Mr. Alvin, I am fine and for the record, you're the danger in my life, jerk" He smiles at my comment and moved a few steps closer, poked his head, widened up his eyes, and place his hands on my face. "Alvin, are you okay?" I asked sensing an odd aura. He dips and illuminates a caustic soda look, "yes my love, and don't want you to think so much about it, I only wanted to tell you, that, our contract marriage is on the go!". (Continues talking) "We will get married, in a month".

"Now that is the only thing that put our marriage to asunder. He has the money, he should get a cook." Ema folded his arms as he wondered how much of a problem the contract marriage would turn out to be. Their house would have a chimney, he thought. Arguing morning and night, day in and day out would rent their marital home in flames. The chimney would help with emitting all of the heat. "Since you won't be working, you should try and be a nice little housewife." Ema told her dryly. "A nice little housewife? Seriously?" Lila was waving the fork dangerously now and Ema feared she would pierce her spotless face or even her pretty eyes with it.