Cerpen Menikah Tanpa Cinta Novels & Stories

Nicholas. A moment later, I couldn't move. Nicholas' handwriting broke me. He was serious about divorcing me just because of that doctored photo. Why didn't he trust me at all, considering the money he had, he could have easily investigated. But why did he choose not to, and chose to divorce me? This marriage is not a game, I think marriage is for life, even if it was all unintentional in the beginning. Nicholas and I were married and God is the witness. How could he want a divorce easily?

Karen had known him for a while, and only he wore this color. The others had already gathered together to discuss, "Could it be that this celebrity who just turned 18 is Director Kevin's wife?" "18 is not the legal age for marriage. I don't think so." "You don't necessarily have to get a marriage certificate to be husband and wife. Making love between a couple will do." "True, true. Besides, some people get their marriage certificates, but they don't make love. They are just fake couples with a certificate." The hot discussion between colleagues reached Karen's ears one by one, as if these words were targeted at her.

They would navigate those stormy waters together, running towards the horizon, hand in hand. Surrounded by the ambiance of celebration and love, Hailey laughed aloud, swelling with a hope she hadn’t dared to entertain before. This was the beginning of their story—the realization that love didn’t always follow a conventional path, but will it still manage to weave out a loving relationship and marriage that they both deserve?

Alex's POV The wedding ceremony seemed to drag on endlessly, each passing moment feeling like an eternity as I longed for the day to be over so that I could finally escape the suffocating atmosphere of the crowded hall. The officiant's voice was a monotonous drone, explaining the significance of the vows we were about to take, but it all fell on deaf ears. None of these vows held any true meaning for me; they were nothing more than empty words. The truth was, I had no genuine affection for the girl standing beside me. This marriage was merely a business transaction, a strategic move to secure my family's empire. I felt no love for her, and she probably felt the same way about me.

Selagi dia tak berpuas hati, dia tak akan berhenti. “Nina… Aku takut lah. Tengok ni. Tangan aku sejuk dah.” Qaseh memegang tangan Nina. “Relax. Tarik nafas dalam-dalam. Istighfar banyak-banyak. Selawat banyak-banyak. Insya-Allah, semuanya berjalan lancar. Yang penting, pilih cara duduk yang kau selesa. Jangan bersila sudah lah. Jangan jadi macam aku dulu. Sampai kebas kaki aku, feel nak nikah pun ke laut. Akhirnya, suami aku yang menangis masa tu. Bukan aku. Selalu perempuan yang menangis. Dah tak pasal-pasal orang cakap aku kahwin sebab terpaksa.” Kata Nina teringat saat majlis akad nikah nya beberapa tahun lepas.

Emma gazed at the sparkling diamond ring on her finger, feeling its heavy presence. The ring symbolized a commitment, but not one born of love or choice. Instead, it represented a binding agreement, a contract that tied her to a stranger. She had always envisioned her dream wedding, with a loving partner, laughter, and joyful tears. But this reality was far from her fantasy. The man she was engaged to was practically a stranger, someone she hadn't fallen for, hadn't shared memories with, or built any connection with.

Colton and Jasmine walk straight to the registrar's office to make the process for registering their marriage. "Would you like to have a wedding ceremony?" Colton asked as they walk to the registrar. "There's no need," Jasmine replied right away, " I don't think it's necessary for us to have one. This marriage is loveless, what will we say for our vow?" she continued, " We will only fake everything," she added. Colton was silent as he turned his gaze to Jasmine who is now walking along with him. She has the point. Wedding ceremonies are only for the couple who get married for love, unlike them.

He married his fated mate instead. I said nothing. I didn’t have many words left in me anyway. He handed me a pen and sat down. I was still standing, feeling like the ground was shifting beneath my feet. I took the pen with cold fingers. It wasn’t just a contract. It was the end of a story that had once been ours. A final full stop to what we had built with so much love, to every promise, to every night we shared. To the friendship that was born from this fake marriage, yet felt so real at the same time.

“My mother was killed by the Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack, and I promised myself I’d never marry into that pack.” Dominic looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. “I understand,” he said simply. I exhaled, unaware I’d been holding my breath. The registrar coughed softly, tapping the corner of the papers. “If everything’s in order, I’ll process the final documents.” I nodded. Dominic signed. And just like that, it was done. We were married. No rings. No vows. No crowd. Just ink on paper, but it still felt real.

You don't need to ask for my opinion. While munching on a piece of toast, I curtly said, "Got it." He wanted me to keep things simple, huh? Well, the wedding wasn't going to have any photos, guests, or an officiant. It wasn't even going to have a bride. Dante looked at me as I calmly ate my breakfast. After giving it some thought, he added, "After the wedding, let's go to Aerona for our honeymoon. I know you've always wanted to go."