Bitter Sweet Marriage Novelme Novels & Stories

Angel used to think about marriage with Sean a lot. Yes, when Angel was still healthy she was happy every time Sean talked about their wedding plans, one of which was about their dream wedding venue, the cathedral. Angel thought she still felt the atmosphere, but when Anne asked them to marry, she was not at all happy. As the doctors said, Angel had only one month left, and she didn't want to be selfish to still have that dream. Marriage isn't just about herself, it's about Sean's life as well. Angel could not have the heart to leave Sean alone with a widower status.

I sigh and meet his emerald green eyes. He smirks and I scoff. "I Aria Nikar take you Mecael Heloriet as my…" I stummer. I take in sharp breaths. I lock my lips and continue."...husband." I cough out. The ring bearer came forward and presented the rings. I put mine on his finger first. He gives me mine. "It's a diamond ring. That's how lucky you are." He whispers to me. I scowl and look away. The priest asks if anyone objects to the marriage. I hoped for someone knowing too well there was no one.

Why in the world would he ask me to marry him? It was some of the most absurd stuff that I had ever witnessed in my life. I had seen this in movies and in the romantic book by my nightstand that helped me escape my rough reality before going to sleep. The only place where this sort of cheesy cliché stuff happened, and I got butterflies in my belly, was in the movie, yet when it happened to me in the real world, I blacked out. Mr. Astor was extremely clear about the terms of the marriage, yet there was a hole in the story that he told me.

Hollow and sharp. “Sweetheart, your naïveté is almost... endearing.” Then her tone turned colder than ice. “Don’t you understand? Your fairytale wedding won’t rewrite reality. Your father’s name is poison. Marx won’t be able to protect you—not from us. Not from what’s coming.” The tall woman beside her—ice-eyed and bitter—snorted. “Honestly, the audacity. Thinking a marriage can elevate her. You’re still insignificant.” The shorter one chimed in with a smirk that cut like a razor.

“I’m quite bad at directions. I was following the light, I didn’t realize the house was so… large.” He stepped forward, closing the distance between us with deliberate calm. “You keep getting lost, Mira.” “I’ll learn.” He tilted his head. “I hope so.” Then, out of nowhere, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I married you for political reasons,” he said softly. “But I didn’t expect you to be this curious.” “I didn’t expect you to be this mysterious.” I retorted. He smiled. It was not a nice smile.

She was looking at me with a sweet smile on her lips. Please, mama… Stop the wedding! Please! We stopped in front of the priest. Everyone looked so delighted except for Nik, who looked really bored, and me, who's internally dreaming of running away. “We are gathered here to witness the union of two hearts that was binded by love…” Love? That's ridiculous. It should be binded by an agreement. Bitterness crept in my heart as the reason of this marriage sank into me. Right! I was purely because of an agreement.

" I stayed silent, my emotions tangled. After experiencing a relationship full of deception and betrayal, I no longer held any expectations for love. But a marriage alliance meant binding my life to another unfamiliar man. Papa saw my hesitation and continued, "I know you've been hurt, so I was very careful in choosing your match. He's the heir of the Orsini family, Matteo Orsini. I watched him grow up. He's upright, refined, and has no bad habits. "Moreover, the Orsini family's influence is formidable. They hold significant power in both the business world and the underworld. An alliance between our families would not only deter Enrico completely, but also provide the safest protection for

"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.

Mrs Valentino looks at me with calm detachment, like she already knows how this ends, while Mr Valentino leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, curiosity and focus clear on his face. “There are, of course, conditions,” Mrs Valentino says. Of course there are. There’s always a catch. I lean back slightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next, remaining silent as I wait for her to go on. “You will be married to our son, Stephano Valentino, by the end of this week. The ceremony will be private. Legal. No press.” My head spins. This week? Married? I blink at her, trying to process the words. “This week?”