Boundaries In Marriage Novels & Stories

“You will take Bell to your own house. This is not her home it is ours. Yours is with her now.” I blinked. “You want me to move her into my penthouse?” “Yes.” She stepped closer, her gaze sharp. “We talked about this is the morning before you left. Of course you wouldn’t remember.” I sighed. “And you will share one bedroom.” My chest stiffened. “We agreed on boundaries.” “And I am tearing them down,” she said firmly. “Marriage no matter how it began cannot grow with walls between you.” I laughed bitterly. “Marriage? Grow? You think Bella and I could ever…”

she had looked so tempting,he had almost gone crazy with desire, he had almost forgotten himself, their arrangement did not involve this early on in their marriage. The fact that he had to be faithful in their marriage because of their bond and the lack of intimacy almost for him made him lose control, maybe he needed to get laid, just not to her to avoid risking her falling in love. He doesn’t want her to fall inlove with him,and gets attached, she will eventually get hurt and also become a liability. He is doing her a favor by keeping his distance, protecting her from the darkness that surround him because he is not capable of love.

“I’ll take your offer. But there will be boundaries.” “Boundaries,” he echoed, one brow lifting. “What kind of boundaries?” I leaned forward slightly, my tone sharper now. “You said it yourself. I’d only be your wife in title. That’s all it will ever be. You will never lay your hands on me not in anger, not in lust, not in any way at all. I need that clear before I agree to anything.” For a heartbeat, silence stretched. His gaze didn’t waver, his smirk faint but growing, like he was savoring the demand.

I shot her a look, barely concealing my irritation, and moved toward the door without a word. “Mago,” she said again, her voice catching as she hurried to close the distance between us, desperation seeping into her tone. “Please. Let’s talk.” I kept walking, but her hand shot out, catching my arm. I turned slowly, meeting her gaze with a cold stare. “We have nothing to talk about, Arlene,” I said flatly, pulling my arm from her grip. “Yes, we do,” she insisted, her voice growing stronger. “We’re married, Mago. We have to set boundaries if we’re going to live under the same roof.”

I said pushing her hand off my stomach. “I see, first fight after your marriage is normal…”she started I shook my head, “what do you mean? That Harris and I are fighting?” I asked, she nodded, I looked away, “WE HAVE WORK” I greeted my teeth, she stood, and walked back to her desk. “okay, I’ll just give you this piece of advice, every marriage has its ups and downs” she said with a sad smile, I looked away, but we are not married. I love him, while he can’t! And never will!

“How could I ever be more when you’re married to someone else? I already live with the guilt of sleeping with a married man.” He runs a hand through his hair and stares up at the ceiling for a moment. “I didn’t want to marry her!" He runs his hand through his hair and curses lowly as if he regrets saying it out loud. "That’s it I said it. I have no feelings for her. She means nothing to me.” “It doesn’t matter,” I snap. “She’s your wife. And I? Well, soon I’ll be nothing to you. Until then, we need some boundaries. If we have to work together for six more months—"

he asks as he sees my newest project. “Why, it's the house rules, sweetheart.” His eyes narrowed. “I'm not your sweetheart,” he grits out. “Awww.” “You brought rules to give me? In my house?” He asks as he points at himself and the list on the wall. “Uh-huh. It's our house now. Until I leave after that one year, this belongs to me as much as it does to you.” I pause. “At least in the eyes of the public. So, if you're having trouble reading the rules, why don't you, my darling husband, take a seat, and I'll explain?”

A few moments later we were now in my parents home and they were so happy to see me my mother and father hurt me deeply and then they told me that they had missed me so much that after getting married have forgotten all about them I told you that that that was not even close to the truth at all what I wanted to enjoy my honeymoon and little man I could understand that my parents would feel that they had never spent much time with me since my entire childhood I didn't spend two days from then they always felt like they needed to catch up with me and they were not able to stay away from it from too long. Sometimes it was a little bit suffocating because it seemed as if you're wanting to be aro

And she knows better than to mess with him even more. "I've been faithful, Mr. Wright. I know how to honor the agreement. I know my boundaries" seriously, she mutters while meeting his intense gaze. She could stare him straight in the eyes without the guilt. She did nothing to ruin whatever they have. "You may have an excuse of enjoying your time with your friends but remember the boundary you are telling me. You are my wife, try to act like one. No man should cross the boundary only intended for the husband" he grimly added without averting his gaze away from her.

She just wanted peace. She had almost finished buttering her toast when Evan entered the dining room. Still in his crisp white shirt, eyes unreadable. He didn’t greet her, and she didn’t force one out of him. He sat down across from her, silence stretching between them. After a long moment, he said flatly, “We need to talk.” Her heart tensed, but she met his gaze. “About last night?” “About everything.” He leaned back in his chair, voice low, controlled. “This… marriage. This arrangement. I think we need to set boundaries — rules.”