Novel & Cerita Bitter Sweet Marriage

“So did you.” “I wasn’t sure I would.” Elaine understood. Neither of them trusted peace yet. Not after everything. Adrian handed her a mug. She took one sip. “…You forgot the sugar.” “I know.” “You made me bitter coffee on purpose.” “I wanted to see your face.” She narrowed her eyes. “I married a menace.” He raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t married me.” Elaine nearly choked on her coffee. “…Excuse me?” A faint smirk appeared. “You said married.”

My boring, sexless marriage is over. Something much better has taken its place.

“Have you lost your mind? You want to marry my daughter? As a solution?” “It’s not a real marriage,” I said, forcing the words out. They tasted like ash. “It’s a contract, a business arrangement. We get married. She meets the company’s requirement and gets her position back. Martin loses his power. It’s simple.” “Simple?” Arthur roared, slamming his glass down on the mantle. “You think marrying my daughter is simple? Do you have any idea what you’re asking?”

I just met her and I could tell she is the problem, she was bitter, she has so many fucking problems and it’s not his fault that he didn’t cherish her. “Victor you are yelling at me in the presence of these people, you know how sad Sarah will b when she finds out about this, I warned her to stay away and now her husband is in love with some maid, you are defending them and yelling at me Victor, you think everything that happens in our fault and what does Sarah know about marriage, of course she wanted you to leave me because she knew nothing about how marriage is meant to be: she knew nothing about what to do to keep a fucking marriage, I stayed bitter because of you, because you were always

He planted a sweet kiss on my knuckles. "Can you make me a promise then?" he asked. I nodded. "Anything." "When things get hard and you can't recognise me anymore, promise me you'll always remember this feeling of me being human." "Dom-" "It's gonna keep on getting worse and pressure will mount, stakes rising so high we might be forced to make some hurtful decisions that'll remind us both we married for a revenge plan and before we met, we had priorities." His words drew a dagger to my chest. Deep down, the voice always echoed, reminding me that this was the honeymoon phase.

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

- She warned finally. After a while, sharing cold glances in a suffocating silence, Bethany left, leaving Brahim with a bitter taste in his mouth. That was the kind of power that marriage granted to the other party . “Everything yours is mine, and everything mine is yours.” A law that his father had understood and avoided, just like him.

I ran to the bed and threw myself onto it, sinking into the softness with a sigh. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. If I was going to be stuck in this marriage, I might as well enjoy the luxury that came with it. Still, despite the comfort of my surroundings, a bitter taste clung to my tongue. I was married to Alpha Ashvin. And there was no escaping it.

Then, almost casually, he said, still avoiding my gaze, "In case you have anything to say, you can just say it. Don’t hesitate, and don’t be afraid. And for our marriage… how do you want it? Big or just normal?" My heart stumbled. Even though our initial plan was marriage, it wasn't real. So why was he asking if I wanted it big or small, when it was something that shouldn't matter much? Just one year, and we would go our separate ways. Even though we'd said the words before, hearing it now — after everything — made it feel different. He wasn’t asking like a man fulfilling a contract. He was asking like it mattered. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced my voice to stay steady.

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.