An American Marriage 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!

She nodded quickly. Joon Wong jerked Haneul in front of their father who was sitting on the armchair while Crossing his arms against his chest. "I-I am ready to get married." She stuttered nervously. Her father smirked in amusement before leaning forward. "Good, now go and sleep. Tomorrow will be an exhausting day for you." Joon Wong said, making her gulp before running off. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“You know that thing that happens on cheating TV shows where the spouse finds out that their partner has another family.” Becca nodded. “No, nothing like that. They got married to her at the same time. They were a throuple.” “Oh…” “Wait, is throuple marriage legal in America?” Becca asked. “Nope, you can say they had a ceremony.” “I would have never guessed that they did something like this” Becca murmured. Mr Scott laughed, “Ladies, I have another appointment. I'll see you soon.” We waved him goodbye and watched him drive away.

I ask, bracing myself. “I want an open marriage.” For a moment, the words don’t register. “What?” I say. “That’s when a couple decides to give each other room to see other people, and—” “I know what an open marriage means, Ryan. Jesus Christ. The answer is no.” He looks at me with disdain. “I wasn’t asking. From now on, we’re in an open marriage. When you see me with someone else, don’t bother asking questions.” My heart slams in my chest. “It’s only an open marriage if I agree. And I don’t.”

Until now, Corey was nowhere in sight. Both nations, Sylvania and Arcania, had originally wanted to use this marriage alliance to ease the conflicts and tension between them. Who would've thought Corey would ditch the engagement party? Everyone expected Luther to explode at the scene, yet he calmly addressed Amadeus, his family, and Evelyn, saying, "It appears Sylvania doesn't have the blessing to marry a Vonridge. Since my son has no desire to proceed with the marriage alliance, I won't pressure him."

~Lora~ Michael’s eyes jumped, his brows furrowed together like he was trying to translate a language he didn’t speak. “What?” I snapped, irritated. “You’re joking.” He let out a short, dry laugh that died in his throat. He tried to shrug it off, but his shoulders stayed tight, locked in place. “No, I’m not, hubby.” I pointed a finger between the two of us. “I want an open marriage. You do you. I do me.”

She is in love with someone else. Mom liked her in the picture. Of Course everyone will like her. She is beautiful. I couldn't say no to mom, I don't know why. I know I cannot marry her. She is in love with someone else. I cannot make the same mistake of marrying someone who is not in love with me again. Anamika and I married without love. I thought love will bloom after we start living and understanding each other, just like it happens in thousands of marriages in our country. I was patient enough to give her time to settle herself in her new surrounding. I had that physical attraction on her, I was 26years old man and I had no previous experience in sex, so I was eager, yet, I refrained my

CONFIDENTIAL MARRIAGE AGREEMENT PARTIES: DANTE KNIGHT & AMARA OKAFOR Her breath caught. “Marriage?” she whispered. “Yes,” he said. “But not the way you’re thinking.” She looked up at him, heart pounding. “The board is fractured,” Dante continued. “Enemies are retreating, but not gone. The media is circling. They want blood, weakness, scandal.” She swallowed. “And you think marriage fixes that?” “I know it does,” he said calmly. “But that’s not why I’m asking.”

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

Unfortunately, she had kept her face tense, as if she was dissatisfied with the engagement. I was afraid she would refuse it. So I immediately prepared a divorce agreement set three years later. I told her that both families had decided on the marriage. Even if she wasn’t satisfied, she had to accept it for now. After three years, we would separate. That was why I handed it to her in advance. Nevertheless, I played a small trick. I deliberately made the safe damp, blurring the text on the agreement. Three years later, she would still be mine. Elena said she wanted to treat me to dinner. I deliberately chose the same restaurant Clara had mentioned yesterday, planning to pack her favorite dish