An American Marriage Book Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe it was the woman I was married to, and it was my first time seeing her that way! Strange as it may seem for me as a man to say. During the few months we lived together, we never consummated the marriage. I was so angry with her for following my parents' orders regarding this marriage. I had no thought of physically ever getting with my wife. I figured she had to want me, and I refused to give her that satisfaction three years ago!

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

“We need a way to show that we’re united, and we thought that the best way to do that would be with a marriage.” “Marriage.” I repeated the words. They didn’t feel real on my lips. “A marriage for who?” “I was hoping you’d be open to it,” my father said slowly, observing my expression. “You’re practically a lady now—nearly twenty-three years of age.” “Y-you want me to marry someone?” I asked, still in awe of the proposition. “Who?” “There’s a young American fellow, Caledon Booker. He’s of high society. Son to Edward Booker, the Vice President of the United States. We think he could be a good match for you, as the President himself has no children to offer.”

It's been a while since I updated this book. However, I have delayed letting you know that I'm writing a book on Samuel and Chrisanna titled "Dispute Marriage" You'll find it on my goodnovel profile. This book is a bit different from others which don't have a forced marriage trope or any abusive family since you are already familiar with both families. The story revolves around two childhood friends Samuel and Chrisanna and their sudden marriage after Samuel disappears from Chrisanna's life for eight years. The book deals with heavy mental issues and a dark past. Slow burn.

But the page was already under my fingertips, and the ink already under my eyes, and I could feel something old and sharp turning in the house—like a lock clicking open. I sat on the edge of the bed with the papers in my lap. The room felt smaller. Not because it physically changed, but because attention filled it. As if the mansion leaned in. The first lines stared up at me. They tell you that marriage is about love. That it is patient, kind, and forgiving… I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my chest burned. The words weren’t soft. They weren’t romantic. They were… angry. Controlled anger. The kind that sits behind a smile and learns how to wait.

— she begins to count he finger — "Mentally, financially, emotionally and spiritually stable and you go into a relationship with your goal as marriage, that relationship is sure to strive." "So with the way I am," Annie begins. "With how young I am, any relationship I enter should be for marriage?" "Are you ready for marriage?" Amanda asks. "No." "Then stay single." "Ah," Annie exclaims. "That one will be hard o." "What makes it hard?" "Body no be firewood na." Amanda shakes her head. "So you prefer to carry unwanted pregnancy or a deadly infection?" "God forbid," Annie snaps her finger around her head.

Getting to the right store where he could buy the book he had in mind was the only thing that mattered at this point, and then we could get out of there as soon as possible. “If that’s it then what are we still waiting for? Let’s go now to the bookstore!” I said. “Oh, yeah! Let’s go!” He put his arm on my shoulder and started gently dragging to me a shop where we could buy and choose from a lot of books on the shelves. We entered the National Bookstore and I immediately directed Chris to the lifestyle and marriage counseling books. “Now that we’re here, I’m sure you have a lot of options to choose from.” I started looking for books from different sectioned shelves. “Here.” I handed him a boo

My marriage. My parents were still against it. Not because I married without informing them. That part offended my mother more than my father. The real problem was that, in our world, men like me married for three reasons. To secure an heir, for wealth, and for alliances. Marriage was business. A weapon. A strategy. And I had gone and married an American girl. Not Italian. Not from one of the families. Not useful in the way they understood useful. They wanted it undone.

"You do realize we are married, correct? Legally, spiritually, and according to at least fourteen pack rules. Your personal space is also my personal space." "That's not how marriage works." "That's exactly how marriage works here." He leaned closer. I leaned back. My spine hit the headboard. "I've read the fine print." "You haven't read anything." "I read the fine print of you." His voice dropped lower, rougher.His nose brushed my jaw. I forgot how to breathe. " You are like someone who's been fighting her whole life and hasn't figured out how to stop." "I don't need you to…to analyze me—"

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.