Novel & Cerita Darling Rejected Marriage Registration 18 Times

Nonetheless, I needed to think of myself in this equation. The contract stated that our marriage would last exactly 24 months. As Mrs. Lan, I would have to live in his penthouse on Park Avenue… which wouldn't be a great sacrifice. I would also receive a monthly allowance to spend, so I could maintain my status as Aren Lan's rich wife. Actually, there were no bad conditions in that contract… That made me check the whole document again, more carefully this time. When I couldn't find anything disturbing after reading the contract three times, I slowly started to get used to this crazy idea of becoming his contracted second half.

"What? You're not the biological father! How are you on the certificate? And today is our wedding! Did you forget?" "Listen," he said, his tone shifting to that familiar condescension. "You're overreacting. It's an emergency. The baby's life is at stake. I know how kind and generous you are, Elena. Endure a little while. We've waited before." "Endure?" I snapped, grievances flooding out. "Six times, Marcus! Six cancellations for her. You gaslit me, made me doubt myself, chose her every time. And now, on our wedding day?"

Only then did I realize Bertrand had already turned me down ninety-nine times for Marina. "I guess… this time, I'll just go alone," I muttered to myself. Staring at the long list of destinations on the itinerary, I booked a flight and cruise to Acreatic. Then, without hesitation, I tossed our number ticket for the marriage registration queue into the trash. Even though I had already decided to leave, I broke down the moment I saw the room I had decorated so carefully. The wedding photo on the wall captured Bertrand's impatient expression. The wedding dress had been a solo performance, chosen after countless fittings.

“The system shows insufficient authorization.” Natalie’s face flushed. “That’s a black diamond card.” “Yes, ma’am,” the cashier said evenly. “But it’s currently inactive.” Silence. Her friends exchanged glances. “Nat…?” one whispered. Natalie swallowed, her fingers tightening around her clutch. “Call your manager.” The manager came. Same result. Declined. Declined. Declined. People were openly staring now. Someone behind them whispered, not quietly enough, “Didn’t she say she was marrying some billionaire?”

This reasoning actually touched Sarah. To ease his mind, she accepted his proposal. That weekend, Vincent took Sarah to Northern Ireland to apply for marriage registration, with a marriage term of one hundred years. When Selina heard about this, she was stunned speechless. She'd heard that Northern Ireland had marriages but no divorces, and marriage terms were selectable. Vincent taking Sarah there and choosing the longest possible term showed his determination and certainty about Sarah. Selina sincerely congratulated Sarah and, sharing in her happiness, told Nicole about it.

“He’s so old. Can he even satisfy you?” “Let go of me...” Natalie pushed him away and glared at him. “The relationship between me and Old Mr. Winters was only that of a doctor and a patient.” Doctor and patient? Did this woman really think that he would believe such a lame excuse? He ignored her explanation. He also did not care if she was willing or not. Once again, he carried her in after slinging her over his shoulder. More than ten couples were lining up at the Registry of Marriages. Everyone was beaming and full of joy.

The line of eager couples waiting to be married stretched from the city hall lobby all the way to the next intersection. Arthur and Camila walked up to me. Arthur said in surprise, “Why are you still here? I already told you that the divorce won’t be finalized for another three days. “Don’t worry. I give you my word. Just three days, and I’ll definitely marry you. I mean it this time.” I remained silent. I recalled the last time we tried to register our marriage. Arthur said Camila’s dog was hungry, and he had to go buy pet food for her, so he could not proceed with our registration.

"What? You've been married for three years and still haven't registered your marriage?" Mitchell's surprised exclamation over the phone practically blasted my eardrum. He was right. We'd had our wedding ceremony three years ago, and she'd unilaterally canceled our marriage registration 17 times.

I wasn’t willing to let go. I had given four lifetimes to this. The sunk cost was too great, so great that I didn’t have the courage to abandon everything I had poured into the past. I kept telling myself to wait a little longer, so I waited until the day we were supposed to register our marriage. He didn’t come home the night before. The next morning, I stood outside the civil affairs office for a long time. After countless calls, someone finally picked up. It was Dr. Nadia.

At that time, their families seemed to trap them both by placing stimulants that made them both lose control. Even though it was clear that Dara rejected the arranged marriage that occurred between them, that night witnessed two contradictory human beings getting married, which lasted for 26 years until now. "Dara, 26 years have passed. I'm no longer a playboy, I only love one woman, you." Xander touched Dara's chin and kissed her lips. Dara's hand draped around her husband's neck. She kissed him back no less tenderly, though, sometimes Xander was annoying, and still, only Xander understood Dara.