Can You Marry In Oblivion Novels & Stories

“Woman, what is there to decide?” “It’s marriage, not a game. According to our customs, I only get to do it once, right?” Eros crossed his hands over his chest. “Well, once is stretching it a bit. You can’t get divorced, but you can marry again if your husband dies.” “Do you want to kill me, Eros?”

I say resolutely. Lorenzo turned on his heel and gave me an incomprehensible look. "To marry?" repeats skeptically. I say shaking my head. “Is this just for revenge?! Is that what you want, to hold on to someone? You know that in the eyes of her father's Clan, only death separates marriage, and these are the rules of my organization. Atlas, son, think straight.” Advise. My plan was always to advance my career as a military man, my father's soldier and he always knew that hence his disbelief.

Gwen immediately opened her eyes, staring intently at the man in front of her. "Compete? Sorry!! You're married to me, which means I'm the winner. If I have to compete with your past, I won't," Gwen replied, her breath quickening. Dominic understood his wife's heart; Gwen was pretending to be strong but was holding back her emotions. "So, it's okay if I meet my past girlfriend again?" "That's called disrespecting your wife, Mr. Cartwright! You're married and have a wife, so why meet your past? If you weren't over her, why marry me?"

"Quit squeezing the same lemon. Also, I'm the second son. If we're going by order, it's not my turn yet." The room fell silent. Everyone knew exactly what Zac's marriage looked like. He and his wife probably wouldn't even recognize each other if they met on the street, and expecting a baby from them was a joke. After successfully ending the topic, Eric spat out the grape skin. "All of you, go do something productive before you make my wife feel awkward." "What's there to feel awkward about? We're not–" Delilah started to explain, but Ophelia tugged her sleeve mid-sentence. "Mom, weren't you going out to catch a show today? I'll go with you."

Dominico sat stiffly across from Celeste, Clarisse and Adam, his face hard and unchanging. The long dining table between them shone under the chandelier but the brightness did nothing to ease the tension in the room. Adam sat still and silent with his calm posture showing no reaction while Clarisse leaned forward with tone insistent as if trying to defend her daughter with every word. For most of the meeting, Dominico listened without interrupting. Then Celeste spoke about the benefits of Victor and Naomi’s union while Clarisse stressed that the marriage would bring stability. They talked about alliances, reputation and mutual gain, treating the matter like a transaction rather than acknowle

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

He took a seat on one of the barstools, drumming his fingers on the counter as he watched me snoop through drawers like I was searching for something. “If we ever decide to move out of the mansion,” I continued “we need to have someone build you a home like this again. It's just perfect.” Ryan cleared his throat. My cheeks warmed as I looked at him. I wasn’t sure if I was playing the role of the dutiful wife or if I actually wanted that future with him. What’s the worst that would happen if I gave this marriage a chance? The question echoed in my mind, for one, a lot of bad things could happen. .

I found out on my friend's wedding day, in a city miles away from home, that I am in a lavender marriage without my own consent. Well... before you ask, "A lavender marriage without consent? How is that even possible?" let me take you back to how this nightmare began.

“Tomorrow, we will go get our license.” Freya’s eyes rounded. “Tomorrow?” “In Freedonia, a marriage license is required to prepare for a ceremony. Any form of religious or ceremonial event is technically not legally binding,” Kenneth explained. He nudged toward Kirk, saying, “You can ask Kirk. He’s a local.” “That’s true, Miss King,” Kirk acknowledged. “Also, if we get married by tomorrow, I can file my taxes as a married man and save about fifty million dollars in taxes this year,” Kenneth added. “So, if you don’t mind, let’s do it tomorrow. The deadline is the following day.”

After that bloody massacre, I desperately longed for a home. So, when my wolf awakened and recognized Drew, I didn't hesitate to form a mate bond with him, even though he had nothing to his name. I naively believed that hard work alone would improve this family. Instead, he rushed to the battlefield on the day of our wedding and vanished for three years. Then, Leo came along. He used to be a pup who could make everyone go soft. "Where have you been this past month, Jenny?" Leo asked. I remained silent.