Delaware Marriage License Novels & Stories

Dexie stammered and said, “You and I have a sizeable gap in the background. I...” “Dexie, you are already married to me." Luke grabbed her shoulder and said, “Look at me. We are already married.” “What, what?” Dexie looked at Luke in disbelief, stunned. Luke said nonchalantly, “I asked Gavin to request our marriage certificate, and it is stored in Barrington Manor. If you don’t believe me... you can go check.” “How is that possible? I didn’t even bring my ID, so how could you? That’s impossible!” Dexie was completely shocked.

“I’ve been losing my mind trying to find you.” Elian crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. He looked tired, which made Dex wonder what he had been up to, but as usual, his eyes were sharp and sarcastic. “I was busy, doing a lot of things that you don't need to know. But one of those things is looking for our marriage contract, actually. The real one, the one with all the pretty little clauses your father and my grandfather signed. Where is it?” He asked, reaching out his palm like he was expecting Dex to provide it out of thin air and place it there. For a moment, Dex looked confused, like he didn't understand what Elian was talking about. Though he was truly confused, but it was becau

Indefinitely if the documentation had even minor irregularities. And luxury ingredients had complex documentation. Multiple brokers. Multiple-country transits. Multiple certifications in multiple languages. The kind of paperwork that always had something technically reviewable if someone was looking for it. I was going to make sure someone was looking for it. My phone rang at nine. Lawrence. "The Delaware IP licensing challenge has been formally filed," he said. "Devan Cole's legal team acknowledged receipt this morning. They've engaged outside counsel." "How long will it take them to respond?" "Their initial filing is due in thirty days. But if we raise supplementary objections to their res

Delvis was already seated behind the desk with a folder open in front of him. Doris sat across from him and pulled her notepad out. "Which documents?" He slid the folder across the desk toward her. She opened it and began reading through the first page carefully. It was a legal outline for the marriage registration. Names, dates, property declarations, witness requirements. "There's a section here about joint asset disclosure," she said without looking up. "I know." "It requires both signatures before the lawyer meeting." "Ethan signs tomorrow morning." Doris flipped to the next page.

"What?" "Did Delia tell you — specifically, clearly — that she was my wife? That we had a real marriage? That there was anything between us beyond an arrangement that serves two families and nothing else?" She was quiet for a moment. "What are you talking about? She married you." "She did," I said. "But there is a difference. A significant one." I held her gaze. "Delia understands her place. We have never shared a room. She lives in the east wing of my estate, and I live in the west. We perform a marriage in public because that is what the arrangement requires. In private there is nothing." I didn't even flinch because I Iwas telling the truth. "There has never been anything; I only want you

Bruce liked his coffee black and plain. “For one thing it’s Saturday,” Bruce said as he took the cup from him. “I’m sure city hall or town hall or whatever they got here is closed. And even if it wasn’t closed, the power is out. They won’t be able to process marriage licenses.” Trevor chuckled. “Oh, contraire, little brother. First, the power is back on. Second, I called a very prominent jeweler in Philadelphia this morning who is sending a carrier to Maine with the rings we saw online as we speak. Third, Rebecca called in a favor. A woman named Dee will be opening the town hall today to administer Joanna and I a marriage license – no waiting period required,” he concluded with satisfaction.

NOORIA I stare at the marriage license in my trembling hand like it’s written in a language I no longer understand. *Nooria Delucca.* The ink is still fresh. My signature sits there, shaky and small beside his bold, arrogant one. Married! Legally bound, to someone I'd rather stay the hell away from if given a choice. In less than an hour at City Hall, with two of his men as witnesses and a bored clerk who didn’t even blink at the armed guards in the hallway.

I only responded. She nodded. "Ah... Okay." "Yes. Please, do not be afraid, Damien and I have an agreement about our marriage arrangement that lasts for only half to one year," I tell her that so that she will not going to think that Damien will be going to break her heart. She smiled but I felt that there was something else in her smile. Do I feel, mocked? "Damien and I already talked about the arrangement. And, we also have an agreement... that as soon as possible, I hope your fake marriage ends quickly."

"The very same. Ironic, isn't it?" "Very." He walked me to the door. "Tomorrow at noon. City Hall. I'll pick you up?" "No, I'll meet you there, less suspicious that way." "Alright. See you tomorrow, Elara." "See you tomorrow." I left the building and ran to my car, my mind spinning. Tomorrow we'd get the marriage license. Thursday we'd sign the contract. Friday we'd get married. Three more days. I could survive three more days. J U L I AN

he says, scoffing as he brushes my hair aside to look at Trent’s mark, “but you won’t have to deal with this for long.” “I don-” “Ms Darling needs to be kept alive, Devlin,” his voice full of command, as if he’s worried about me eliminating her too, “while Trent may marry you in his private ceremony, the wedding will never be legally binding. He needs to marry her‌, and I’m sure I don’t have to stress the importance of it any further.” “I understand,” I nod, acting as if that information is tough for me to come to terms with. I’m not sure what knowing that means for me, but as his thumb creeps up the inside of my thigh, it becomes clear.