Better Marriage Blanket Novels & Stories

However, within those three years, Myles proposed to me, and I agreed. On the day of my wedding, Ian had an expensive gift delivered to me, which surprised Sheila and me. Everyone suspected my ex-husband would do something to ruin the wedding, and I was worried about him making a sudden appearance to disrupt it. It was only the next day that I found out through the news that the Langhams would be permanently emigrating to Amberlon. He had finally let me go.

I even went out in the rain to buy her medicine before, just to win her approval. Her attitude toward me improved after I gave birth to Max, but I never expected her to badmouth me in front of my own son. Max glared at me like I was his enemy. All of a sudden, I felt exhausted. When James came back, he was drunk. He collapsed onto the couch, and a piece of cloth fell from his pocket. When I picked it up, he abruptly grabbed my wrist, his tone cold. “What are you messing around for this time?” His grip hurt, so I winced. After that, he let go, and the silk scarf fell to the floor.

THREE YEARS LATER In a hall, which was finally decorated in a best purple designs, many socialites from different walks gathered wearing their best outfits to witness the joining of the two major families in a Holy Matrimony. There were whispers about how the marriage would turn out since it is only a business marriage, while some are jealous and envious that the man they had in their heart is leaving to marry someone. Everyone seemed in the festive mood except one person Scarlett Blaze, She stared at the things on the table and the bakers in Uniform standing beside her.

Dominic doubled over in pain, and I seized the opportunity to snatch the album from him, quickly tossing it into the drawer and locking it. Dominic hunched over, his handsome face flushed red, clearly in agony. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I quickly stepped outside and shut the door behind me. Melita handed me a thick new blanket. "Vivian, it's cold in the mountains at night. I’m worried you and your husband won't be able to handle it, so I picked the thickest one." I suddenly realized something: Melita clearly thought of me and Dominic Blackwood as a married couple. It seemed she expected us not only to share a room but also to share a blanket.

Emotionless. That will be impossible. Tears strolled down his cheeks. Joking about the situation didn't help to relieve the weight of what is happening around him. “Others marry for love, while I am about to get married for a payment” He held the blanket tightly, as if it was his life line. “l never thought that old man would stoop to this level.” His knuckles turned red due to the amount of strength he used to hold the blanket. The already small room felt smaller. The air thinner. Even breathing felt like betrayal.

My words brought forth his signature smile, one that warmed my heart. Finally, we reached the fourth story, and I spoke with a touch of envy, my voice tender. "Marriage isn't about fleeting passion; it’s about lasting companionship." I cupped his cheek in my hand, making my promise clear. "Neil, if one day we walk into marriage together, I will spend the rest of my life with you, giving you a warm home. We will grow old together, experiencing every little part of life, and we’ll never part."

“Unless it’s a miracle lottery win, I don’t think anything can fix this.” Emma leaned forward, voice dropping. “There’s this new government program called the One-Year Marriage Incentive Scheme. Couples who sign a legal one-year marriage contract and live together get a huge one-time payment — enough to cover major medical bills and clear heavy debts. After twelve months, you can walk away free.” Abby froze. “Marry a stranger for money?”

"What am I? Five? It's obvious, out in plain sight, why else am I here? Really? They're going on a trip? And do I have to stay with you guys? I'm too old to have babysitters Emma, I connected the dots, they're very far from a trip in their condition, they're almost at the stage where you and Liam are." Wait, hold up. "What stage?" "The living as strangers phase, the roommates phase, or…housemates rather," she says. I open my mouth to speak, but I'm baffled because she's right, she's right because this marriage is a fraud, a thing I fail to remember sometimes. Liam might as well hold me in the same regard as he does a stranger, I should as well. I must learn not to overstep my boundaries. Aft

he explained. "Do it anymore?" She scoffed at him. "This is not something you say you cannot do again; I only came in here because you had a chance and I would not sit on my hands and watch you just blow the opportunity." "Oh, please, like, there is anything you can do that would actually make a difference." He scoffed back and stood up slowly. He went to where the blanket had landed and picked it up his back to her. He murmured silently, but just enough so he could hear her. "You know, I always thought we'd make a good pair, but you are not really a good partner for me, and since I have gotten into this marriage already, I have no choice but to remain in it," he turned to her, and her face

Closing the space with my beloved, I intwined my hand in his, but there were no sparks, no electricities, or chills. "We will begin with the handfasting ritual." Grey, the lead council elder, mumbled as he picked up two colors of ribbons from the mating tray. "The blue ribbon signifies harmony and patience. While the green ribbon signifies fertility and abundance of health. May your marriage be filled with these two magical colors and always blossom." He declared, his voice echoing through the hall of people as he intwined my hands to Asher with the two magical ribbons. I felt my heart skip a beat. I was finally getting married to Asher, and everything still seemed surreal.