Fierce Marriage Novels & Stories

“ Then hear me clearly. You are no longer welcome in Blackmoon pack. You’ll return back to your fathers pack.” A stunned silence fell. Marisa’s face went pale. “ W—what? I’m your wife, Damian! How could—“ “Wife?” Damian growled stepping toward her, his eyes glowing with fury. “ Don’t make me laugh. You’re a thief, Marisa. I can’t be married to someone who would steal from her own people. Our marriage was nothing but a political alliance—and that alliance is now broken.” Marisa screamed in rage, storming up the stairs, nearly tripping on the hem of her robe. Her anger echoed in her retreat, but no one moved to stop her.

“I’m giving you a choice. And unlike your father, I believe in honoring choices.” He gestured casually to the document on his desk. It was thick. White. With my name printed in bold, unforgiving letters at the top. *Marriage Agreement.* “Option A,” he said, ticking off a finger. “You sign this. You become my wife for exactly one year. You play the part. You smile for the cameras. You attend the galas. You act like you adore me. In exchange, I wipe your father’s two-million-dollar debt. Clean slate. No interest. No penalties.”

The beast I married Chapter 10 Kiss my tears away It’s been two months since Ashley and Kia got married and everything has been going well for them since Kai decided to braze up, accept his fate, and love her as a husband should. Although Mrs. Wilfred is still against the whole love issue and she sees more to just the sudden love that Kai developed for Ashley than just natural. Rex on the other hand has lived by his fate and accepted that he had lost Ashley, although he still has feelings for her, for the betterment of everyone he has chosen to keep everything aside and find a new meaning to life.

Fiona’s POV I glance at the marriage license plate on the kitchen counter, my fingers tracing the elegant cursive script that declares me as Mrs. Micah Lancaster. The reality of it all still feels surreal—me, Fiona, now married to one of the most powerful Lycans in the kingdom. A rush of excitement tingles through me, and my cheeks flush with a mixture of joy and anticipation. I can't help but recall how Micah protected me during the banquet. The memory warms me from within, like a cozy hearth on a chilly evening.

she sits down and places her bag on the table, "I'm sorry we've been delaying this, it's been a rough couple of weeks, Antonio's getting married, and his fiancee wants something a bit grand, it's been a hassle." The big scary guy is getting married? Who's the lady who managed to tame him down? It's like Natasha read my mind because she says, "He's not so scary you know, his fiancee, Gia, she's a sweetheart and he adores her, he can do anything for her." I chuckle nervously and nod, good for them I guess. "I hope that after all this, we can reunite, as a proper family and you and Antonio can have a proper introduction," She reaches out and touches my hand.

“The marriage in the first place was all about the company and clinging the partnership with the Wales cooperation. Since this is business, we all have a say in the way things should go.” “Are you trying to call my personal life part of the business?” I asked with dangerous calm. “No of course not,” He replied immediately. I reached into my pocket and drew out the atrocious pictures of Layla with another man. “We were never happily married to begin with. I don't know anything about her and neither do I care. And unless you're asking me to sit back and swallow this shame to my pride, which I don't see any hopes of happening,” I narrowed my eyes.

“Just… get up. I’m not in the mood for this.” Fiona’s eyes widened, rage and humiliation flushing across her face as she stood, crossing her arms over her bare chest. “You know what, Jordan? I think I have an idea. We should have an open marriage. I have needs, and you’re clearly not doing a good job meeting them.” “What?” Jordan snapped, pulling up his trousers, glaring at her. “Are you insane? We just got married, Fiona. Not even a day in, and you’re already talking about fucking other men? You’ve lost your mind.”

Ragnar spat in a rugged voice as he lowered his head and massaged his temple with his right hand while his eyes remained closed. "Fate played such a cruel trick on us. It's all messed up. My past lover and your past lover are bound together in a marriage which none of them is happy with." Fiona said and walked further, putting her hands on the table she bent down and leaned forward. "We got them together so we can mess up with them but they ended up getting married. But in the end...." Fiona trailed off for a second before muttering in a low whisper. "nothing much changed." Her eyes which were fixed on the papers on the table traveled up to Ragnar.

I looked around the house on which she always bragged about, a house which was built by her late husband and I wondered if this was the way her mother in-law also treated her? My husband finally cleared his throat, his voice low and nervous. “Mama, please. Let’s not fight. Amaka didn’t mean any harm.” The apology wasn’t for me , it was for her. And it pierced deeper than her insults. Mama clapped her hands dramatically, the sound sharp. “See how she is already turning you against me! This is how marriages scatter. Mark my words.” I sat down, pushing food around my plate without tasting it. Conversation resumed in whispers, but I could feel the tension pressing down on me from every side.

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.”