Delaware Marriage License Novels & Stories

“Put me down. People might see us.” Lexi was quick to spread the news, so Delanie and Wade would have to avoid any form of PDA until after the three months. Wade obeyed, and in a few hours, they were declared husband and wife. Delanie was still staring at the certificate in her hand. “I can’t believe we are married.” “Neither do I, but there it is. Which also means that we have to move in together," he winked at her, and Delanie’s cheeks flushed. Wade was not leaving any stone unturned.

"Hello?" "When will you be free? We can have the wedding in a month, but we should get our marriage registered first." It was Julian. "About that… There's no rush, right?" Angela replied. "It's very easy to get a marriage license these days. We can even get it done a few days before our wedding day." At the mention of a marriage license, Carl grew alert. "Marriage license? What do you mean?"

The black lace nightgown was so pitifully lacking in fabric that even the most important place could not be covered. This proves that… Maddy thought she was holding a hot sweet potato, which made her blush. She felt like a lowly prostitute who use any tricks to please her guests. Of course, in reality, Marsha hated her coming into her life, but because of the marriage problems between the two families, Marsha still tried to think of all sorts of ways to make Maddy stay in bed to please Lukas. The so-called marriage is just a physical transaction, just like half a month ago she exchanged her first night for a million.

“They may have known each other beforehand and kept it a secret from me. After a few days and weeks, Ericka managed to drive the car without the help of Mr Fidel and Darwin. But Darwin still goes to see Ericka at night and stays in her bedroom. Ericka courageously resists his many invitations to have sex, giving the impression that he is a very restrained man. Ericka is always making fun of him since he had trouble controlling himself and never had sex with her. Surprisingly, despite each partner's lack of legal ability, the judge of that nation's Supreme Court of Appeals issued Ericka her driver's license and the original copy of the marriage contract. All you need to do is sign it as wife

It has to be. “My dear granddaughter, we have the most wonderful news.” Delia said warmly. “We have settled your marriage contract. I wanted to tell you as soon as possible since you will be of age next week.” I blinked at her not sure what to say. “We have made a deal with the Zargan Empire- In trade for compliance to their customs, the demand was set for you to marry a Zargan Prince along with providing a dowry. Everything has been settled so I need you to get dressed and come to my Study at once.” She snapped her fingers and several Ladies, including Lizette, rushed in. What the hell?

The wedding took less than ten minutes. No flowers. No music. No white dress. Just a lawyer in a grey suit, a fountain pen, and the sharp smell of Dorian Vale’s cologne filling his penthouse office. The view behind him stretched over the whole city, all glass and steel, but my eyes stayed on the table between us—the contract, the marriage license, and a single black pen. “Read it if you like,” Dorian said, his voice low, almost bored. “The terms are simple.”

We weren’t letting a boardroom vote tear down the home we’d just built in the dark. Marsh leaned his elbows on the counter, dark eyes fixed on us both. The room grew cold, the hum of the refrigerator was the only sound left. Marsh dropped a legal brief on the kitchen island: "Devereux is trying to retroactively invalidate all marriages signed within the last thirty days. He’s targeting your specific filing window."

“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.”

Across the lid, written in bold calligraphy, were the words: "Congratulations on your wedding." Marcel's hands trembled as he opened his box. Inside was the title to the very car Delilah's family had given her before the wedding. Delilah opened hers. Inside was a divorce agreement, unilaterally ending this brief marriage. At the bottom of the box lay a letter with ink that had bled into the paper. For the first time, even the chatty bridesmaids fell silent. Their gazes moved back and forth between Delilah and Marcel, yet no one dared ask the obvious question.

"Ugh, just stop bluffing, Ethan. You and I know that our marriage you call it was never real. All that we have to do is terminate our contract and end this whole charade so you can be able to be with your dear Rachel as you wish." "You obviously didn't read the whole contract. It was a contract until you and I extended it and made it an official lawful marriage because the initial deal was only for a year," he answered. I shook my head, chuckling. "Then we will file for divorce. I'm not going to tolerate the nonsense that I tolerated when you brought Rachel to our villa when we were here in Atlanta. You can't have two cakes and eat them both." "You're mine, Darla, and that's never going to c