Getting Married Without My Badge Novels & Stories

She asked looking at me. “For what?” I asked her confused. “For marriage!” She replied, frowning at me. “No!” I said, shaking my head. “Do you want a proper wedding? Even we want that, but everyone is still grieving for Indu. So it is preferable to do it in the registered office. Your Uncle brought the license yesterday from there.” She said and then I looked at Aunt and Uncle sitting on the other side hearing us. “Mom! I... I can’t go with it.” I mumbled slowly so that they can’t hear.

I asked, excitement rushing through me like electricity. She walked slowly toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “The priest,” she said. I frowned. “The priest?” “Yes,” she said, lifting her chin. “Without the priest, they can’t hold the wedding. They need him to officiate the ceremony. So if there is no priest… there will be no marriage. And that will give us time, time to get rid of her before they pick another date.” A slow smile stretched across my face. That was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

He explained. I peeled the cover open and read it cautiously. He was “party B” and I was “party A” “We need to have a ceremony?” I asked and he nodded. “Why?” I whined slightly. I didn’t want a ceremony. Sounds so stressful. “I am a businessman. I can’t just tell everyone that I got married in secret.” He explained. It made sense. I thought as I slowly shook my head. “We have to live in the same house?” I gasped.

There was no grand ceremony at the wedding on the third floor. There were also no officiants and no exchange of rings, or anything of the sort. Adrian said that he didn't like anything too fancy or over-the-top. He just got a clerk from the town hall there to register the marriage for us. We filled in the forms, signed our names, and had the wedding licences officially stamped. The entire process didn't take more than ten minutes. Adrian then took both copies of our marriage certificates, putting one in my purse and the other in his pocket.

"Rather, we don't need any marriage paper or marriage certificate or marriage registration." "What do you mean by that?" "You know what I mean, just don't do that." Giving a small smile Myra stood up to get prepared for the new challenge.

We worked on the funds Chad and his accomplices had embezzled and it was such a relief when everything was retrieved from the account that he’d hid it in and we added it to run the business. “Clear the rest of your schedule for today. We need to go to the office of the Federal Marriage registry.” Mason started as we made our way to his office and I raised my brows at him. I knew he wanted to register our marriage but I didn’t think it was necessary since everyone already knew that we were married. “Is that really necessary, I mean do we need to go there?” I asked as we got to his office and he turned me so I’m facing him properly before claiming my lips with his.

Kai smiled slightly. “He never legally registered their marriage.” Grandfather opened the file sharply. His eyes moved quickly across the documents. And with every second..His expression worsened. Kai tilted his head slightly. “Since the court approval was never completed…” He shrugged casually. “Why not cancel the church wedding records too?” My breath slowed. Kai’s eyes shifted toward me briefly. It was a sign for me to shut up while he speaks. Then back to Grandfather. “After all,” he added calmly, “without legal registration…”

My eyes burned with tears, my throat closing tight. "No," I whispered, but even I didn't believe the denial. "Yes," Dominic said simply. "So you see? There's no obstacle. You're free to marry again. Me, specifically." I tried to pull myself together, tried to find another way out, another argument. "This isn't even valid," I said, gesturing vaguely at the empty garden, the improvised altar. "There's no… there's no officiant. No registry. No one authorized to perform a marriage. This means nothing legally."

I will adjust myself into the car besides my groom and he will wipe my tears that coming out of happiness smoothening nothing but sweet words trying to comfort me. That's how I wanted to start my married life, call me silly but I have many flowers in my garden about my marriage but things turned out in another way and I am not going to get married in the church instead it is going to register in the small office, a sign is enough them to announce us a wedded couple. I don't want to wear a gown to present myself as a braid instead of my normal clothes as Jean and a shirt is enough to show them me as a braid.

I should read up on that. My uncle officiates a quick wedding ceremony before I had the chance to make him listen to me, to make him see reason. Since I’m not of age, we can’t do the markings required for a mating ceremony. This came together so fast, we don’t even have rings. So there is no physical, tangible, or material “mark” on either of us. There’s no real “proof” of this marriage at all. Except for the few photos Carin snapped with my phone.