Female Led Marriage Stories Novels & Stories

Ridwan explained while handing over 2 marriage records. I read and compare them. The letter said the marriage of uncle Rio and aunt Jane. The other letters, in the name of uncle Rio and sisca. Apparently the woman in front of me is named Sisca. "Mrs. Sisca, he is Mr. Singgih. Corporate lawyer. He knows more about legitimate and unauthorized documents. Another document recorded on the company records of Mario Vivaldi's wife's is Janetta Theresia. So if any money is still valid for Mario will go to aunt Jane's account as his lawful wife." My answer with an emphasis on the word lawful wife.

I didn’t know how to react, especially when he said that the groom would only look at me because I’m unsure if the man I would marry would like me and if I would like him back, so I fake a smile. I have this presumption that maybe my groom was unattractive enough. If not, why does he agree to an arranged marriage for a woman like me? A girl without a good background and doesn’t have any achievements at all. I’m not even popular in school. The bottom line is I’m just an ordinary girl, but I do admit I have looks, although not as stunning as a celebrity does.

Heru voiced his concern. "Daddy, don't worry. Mommy will explain everything to Faith. The important thing is that Kasih agrees to this arranged marriage," Mrs. Rara smiled at her future son-in-law. After dealing with Oma Meri, Kasih struggled to get permission to continue her work caring for other patients. Fortunately, she managed to escape. Perhaps two weeks from now, Kasih would need to take time off to prepare for her wedding with Faith. Doctor Kasih walked through the hospital corridor with a blank expression. She couldn't believe what had just happened in Oma Meri's treatment room. Everything had happened so quickly, and everyone had agreed to her marriage with Faith, a man she barely

"Nathan. You need to tell him, Martha." I shook my head. "I don’t want him to take me back just because of this." Carolina exhaled, clearly frustrated. "Martha, you’re pregnant. You need care. You need him. And I know you still love him." I bit my lip, remaining silent. Seeing that I wasn’t going to budge, Carolina sighed and stood up. "Fine. If you won’t tell him, I’m telling someone else." Before I could react, she pulled out her phone.

I’m getting married, and not married to just anybody—I’m getting married to Cameron Stanton, the man of my dreams—the man of every woman’s dreams. How did I ever score this? I thought I was simply getting a slutty, hot hookup in Vegas and I somehow ended up pregnant... to someone who turned out to be the perfect male specimen. What were the chances? How in the heck has everything that was once so wrong turned out to be so right?

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

Sooner or later, Daniela would come back and take her position as his wife. I wasn’t worthy of being married to a rich man. Besides, the basis for the marriage would be lies. I wasn’t Uma Kavanagh. I was Fiona, the illegitimate daughter of Cathal, whom he hated with all his strength. “Don’t look at me like that, ginger. We are getting married in a month. I will have you in my bed every night,” he said as he inched closer. I walked back until he cornered me by the door. “This marriage will be real in every sense of the word. You are mine, Uma Kavanagh, and I will never stop reminding you.”

My frustration increased. The female lead rejected the man who genuinely cared about her. She ignored her friends. Ignored her family. Ignored every warning presented to her. Then eventually accepted a marriage proposal from the obviously dishonest candidate. I sat upright. “No.” Katherine was already laughing. “No?” “No.” I pointed at the screen. “She cannot possibly be this stupid.” “Luciano.” “She has witnessed him lie six separate times.” “You're supposed to enjoy the story.” “I am not enjoying this.” The woman married the wrong man.

Oh, Ben had just confirmed it. During the course of their discussion, Emelda couldn’t just help it but wept. Maria told her the story of her friend, Lady Bana, who was good at this game, who had seduced a good number of men in the past. She discovered lately she was married but didn’t even make it in the marriage. Her husband who was spending extravagantly on her, even putting in a ridiculous amount of money in her business found out the business was fluctuating no matter how much he gave her.

Tears threatened to spill as she recalled how Aiden had called for her to pass the beans, and how Asher had ordered her to serve them first before she could even think about eating. In that moment, she felt utterly alone and invisible. The laughter and joy around her only amplified her own pain. She had watched as the other women were fed by their husbands, their eyes sparkling with love and affection. It was a stark contrast to her own reality—where Asher treated her like a burden rather than a partner.