Fierce Marriage Novels & Stories

“This is typical behavior. Men react strongly when they think something they own is being taken from them. But now he knows you are not a piece of property.” In that moment, Hailey felt something between fear and determination. She knew this was a risk—her life had been built around reaching for more than what was handed to her. “You are right. Marriage isn't about ownership, it’s about… It’s about loving freely.” Jake nodded in agreement as they looked one another in the eyes. The night wore on, each slamming door echoing through the silence that followed. Hours felt like years, Rome’s ranting continuing unabated. "If I can't sleep! No one is going to sleep!"

and I gave her a little smile. “What the fuck was that?” Davy barked, completely ignoring Kim. He stared at me with hardened eyes, and my lips pressed into a thin line, sharp enough to cut. “Don’t talk to me like that, Hale.” I snapped, calling him by his first name because he didn’t deserve anything I had to give him, and right now our marriage was on the edge. “Yeah, don’t talk to her like that.” Kim echoed, backing me up, and I would have hugged her if I wasn’t between the storm that was our marriage.

“You’re right, as long as it’s up to us what I did to her to make her agree.” “Oh! Don’t say you’re pointing a knife at her to make her agree with you.” “Haha! Crazy, even though I’m desperate. I can’t do that to him. Even if! She doesn’t want to marry me anymore.” “Haha! How are you? It’s just a joke because you just made us laugh seriously.” Dominic replied. “But seriously, bro, I want to marry her.” “When will you marry her? “If possible, before she gives birth so that she will not be issued. And one more wish if Naneth could have seen her parents before we got married.”

As I hassled with the towel to wrap it around my body, strong arms grabbed my wrist, stopping me midway. I lifted my gaze, slightly trembling and met his brown cold once. He was staring at me. No, he was glaring. With fire, rage, it was unlike anything I had ever seen ever since I got married to him. Even when he had thought me a gold digger and a manipulative woman who wanted his money at the beginning of our marriage, he was never this furious.

His eyes burned with fierce determination, daring her to challenge him. He leaned in, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "I didn't get married to get divorced. Of course, I have no feelings for you. But as long as I live, you are my fucking wife. The sooner you get that, the better. Yeah?" The unspoken violence of his words hung between them like a guillotine blade, ready to sever the last thread of their sham marriage. But Cathleen held his gaze, unwavering, her own resolve an immovable force. They were locked in a battle of wills, neither yielding, both prisoners of a loveless bond forged by duty and cold, calculated decisions.

Amanda wore a long red dress, gracefully, the make up on her face made her even more beautiful, soon she would become Felix's legal wife, Amanda looked elegant, as well as Felix who looked handsome in his gray suit, they looked like a good match. But in truth Amanda's heart so hurt, how could she not? Her marriage is only on the day of her family and certain business partners, not a big wedding spread in the media, Felix asked for a marriage without media, he didn't want the public or his employees to know he had Amanda being his wife, the two pairs of eyes that Amanda had been paying attention to, belonged to Amar. Her heart was hurt when she caught Amar's figure there, she loved him. Aman

He taunted trying to get a reaction from me, saying my mother's name in front of me. Ready to strike at any moment. I hated the bastard more than I thought possible. “And I heard rumblings of a forced marriage, to save someone’s life.” he said with a vile smile on his face, I feigned a bored expression as I let my eyes roam behind him, as if he wasn’t worth my time. “And here we are. I’m married.” Fucker! “Things change,” Dario gritted, keeping a fake smile, resembling a grimace. “Oh, I look forward to having you as a Miami resident,” the mayor chimed in, looking smug at the tension simmering around us.

"Because Catherine wants to stop it. That makes it important. That makes it essential. If we cancel, we admit she controls us. Admit fear wins. I refuse." "Even if it kills us?" "Even then. At least we'll die on our terms. Not hers." Marcus pulled me close. "Tomorrow, we get married. In a fortress. Surrounded by FBI agents. With a murderer plotting to kill us. This is the least romantic wedding in history." "Or the most. Because we're choosing love despite everything. Despite fear. Despite death threats. That's romantic. In a terrifying way." "You're insane." "Probably. But you're marrying me anyway."

In a wary look, I said to her. Auntie smiles and finally told me the real reason behind her wired questions, she says, "I found out that you're going to get married to Alvin Fisher, the CEO of fisher cooperation, and before you say anything, I already know the reason behind it! But I'll like to ask, are you seriously going to get married to a man, you have no feelings for?". Indeed with everything going on, love is the least important to me, my family is the most important and if marrying Alvin, will secure them, I wouldn't mind doing such, luckily our marriage is only a contracted one, it's only a slated limited of time.

Marian looked down on her bag and still listened to her father and mother quarreling about the arranged marriage. Marian clasped the bag tightly on her lap as her father shrieked back. "You just have to do what your parents did to you to marry me?! That is what we were, Marina, back then! We are married by force, right?!" Marion shrieked back which made Marina got puzzled by his words. He was so in a rage that he didn't notice that thing came out of his mouth. Marian clenched her grip from her bag more tightly and didn't expect that she will be hearing those words coming out from his father.