Bitter Sweet Marriage Novels & Stories

Of course, marrying into the Brooklyn family was like winning a Lotto. On the other hand, fear had completely engulfed Mervin. He expects Travis to budge into the wedding hall before the priest joins him and Miranda into one, yet seeing that he was already standing before the priest and Crystal was yet to show up, made him panic. The thought of getting married to Miranda irked his skin. It would be a loveless marriage for their parents had forced them to get betrothed just for business. Yeah, sometimes love is all about business and he felt so irritated to find himself in such a mess.

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

I wished time could halt, granting us an eternity of joyous moments. When she hid, I sought. I vowed never to let her slip away again, not in this life or a million, billion, or gazillion years. My love for Aceia and our kids ran deep, and I pledged to give them everything the world had to offer. In this moment, the marriage that started as a deal had finally transformed into a union of genuine love.

"Jace, I know you're angry, but I didn't choose this. Let's try to find some common ground and make this marriage work." Jace, however, was not in the mood for reconciliation. "Common ground? The only ground I want is one without you in it. I won't pretend like everything is fine." The words stung, but Marvis remained resilient. "I won't give up, Jace. We're stuck with each other, and I'm determined to make the best of it. You might find that I'm not your enemy." But Jace, drowning in bitterness, dismissed her attempts. "Actions speak louder than words, Marvis. Until then, you're just another burden I have to bear."

"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.

While I was thinking about what she was talking about, she was saying the same thing. "You are solid now. But then, as time passes. As time go on, you're slowly turning into liquid. Like the way it was before." I gulp again, not liking what Im thinkig and feeling anymore. I reached for the spoon, and took a bite of the salad. When it touches my tongue it tasted sweet, but what I feel right now is bitterness. It's bitter. I feel bitter because of what Gina says. "You can't fall in love with anyone. Because in the end you'll marry another man, not the man you love." she said seriously then licked the finger that was covered with milk.

I asked, mystified but not inclined to take umbrage from the underlying antagonism that had crept into the other man’s manner. “Why did you ever get married?” Brian said bitterly. “It’s not as if you were—” “In love?” I suggested without heat. “No, I was not. I am presuming you did not come here to discuss my marriage.” “Actually, I did, sort of,” Brian Walker conceded. “The thing is, Preston…” I repressed his impatience. “The thing is, I want to get married,” Brian revealed in a rush. “And then did your girl say no?”

"In the name of God, I, Liam Lautner, take you, Cassie Davila, to be my wedded wife , to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart. This is my solemn vow. ~Cassie’s POV~ He took his vows and now it was my turn. I was disgusted by myself. I didn’t know I would end up like this. This isn’t how I am supposed to be right now. “Cassie?” I heard Liam say my name like honey. I knew he was faking it in front of the priest and the witnesses around. I set my thoughts aside and concentrated on my vows. . "In the name of God, I, Cassie Davila, take you, Liam Lautner, to be my husband ,

“Ysabel, this is our home since we got married. Have you forgotten? “You said we’d live here forever. That we’d have a son and a daughter. You said you’d—” “Our home?” She suddenly burst out laughing, sharp and mocking. “Quintus Gill, I’ve wanted to leave you for a long time. Let’s get a divorce!”