Boundaries In Marriage Novels & Stories

I drafted a contract days ago to set a boundary, I didn’t need him and my space, and neither do I want to be in his space. ‘Contract?’ he blurted out, surprised ‘Why would we need a contract as a married couple?’ he asked in disbelief as he slowly drew out the content of the contract out. ‘This isn’t a love marriage, so some boundary needed to be set’ I said with a scoff. What was he expecting for us to be all lovey dovey and all over each other? What a jerk. I rolled my eyes. ‘We are to stay in seperate rooms? What about today that is our wedding night?’ he said, looking at me surprised, is this guy being fr right now? I was too tired to argue with him today.

“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.

She sighed, then continued: “The whole relationship was on speed and fast-forward in so many ways, but again, I didn’t know the first damn thing about boundaries with men, so I didn’t know that if I felt rushed and pushed, I had a say in things. I didn’t know that I had the right to say no, or slow down, or let’s take a break. So when Brian proposed after three months, I didn’t think that was fast and when we were married just over a year after first meeting, I believed everyone who told me that it was so romantic. That we were obviously ‘meant to be’, whatever the hell that even means, and it was all like a fated fairy tale and destiny. So I married him.” “And then?”

His closeness sent anxiety through my veins. "You're my wife, Fiona—even if it's a short-term marriage. I ought to treat you well," Rowan replied softly, his eyes on me as he stood closer. But I glanced away. "We should still set some boundaries. I don't want to be too close to you. I know we're pretending to make this work, but I want my own personal space in your house and my own boundaries," I said. Rowan stood next to me, continuing to look at my face in the driveway.

She made him feel what he didn't want to. Damian clenched his jaw. Beautiful. Too beautiful. He cleared his throat and reached for the sleek black folder placed beside his plate. “We need to talk about boundaries,” he said without looking at her. Aria raised an eyebrow, slicing into her fruit. “Oh good. I was hoping we’d get to the exciting part of this marriage, eventually.” He didn’t smile. Of course he didn’t. “First,” he said, flipping the folder open, “you will not enter my study, or any locked room. I believe I made that clear yesterday, but let this serve as a written reinforcement and warning.”

This is not who I wanted to be. At the office, Alex noticed immediately. “You okay?” he asked. “I’m tired,” I said. “Of pretending.” When Ethan finally appeared later that afternoon, I walked into his office and closed the door behind me. “We need rules,” I said. He looked up. “Rules?” “Yes,” I replied. “If this marriage is going to work—even as a contract—then we need boundaries. This time, we're going by my own rules.” He leaned back slowly. “Go on.”

All the tension inside of me slowly melted away, and I could finally think straight. I still can't believe I am getting married to the King in just three days. Everything is happening so fast, and I am loving it. But before we get married, there are certain boundaries I need to set between us. ---

“You wanted to see me?” Emery asked, her voice steady despite the tightness in her chest. He turned slowly, those gray eyes raking over her face like he was cataloguing details only he could understand. “Yes. We need to set boundaries.” “Boundaries?” she echoed, folding her arms. Damian’s expression didn’t shift. “This is a contract marriage, Emery. Nothing more. Which means, no wandering around my house as if you own it, no casual chatter with staff, and most importantly….” his voice dropped, slicing into her like a blade,