His And Her Marriage Book Novels & Stories

she hissed, her voice a frantic whisper as she backed away, her cheeks and ears burning. He leaned closer, reaching to brush a lock of her hair with that familiar gentleness she remembered from their first encounter. His voice softened to a near whisper. “It is what you would call a ‘marriage,’” he said, his words low and smooth, meant only for her ears. “...though it holds a deeper meaning.” She stared, stunned by the words coming from this striking, powerful man, before hastily regaining her composure. “But people don’t… do that in the middle of a wedding,” she managed, mortified.

Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. Cover Art by Shannon Nemechek Marie Lavender © 2013, second edition published 2020, third edition published 2022. GoodNovel edition published 2025. Upon Your Return Book One of the Heiresses in Love Series Marie Lavender Dedication To the one I love – without you, this book might still be a work in progress. I will always be thankful for the chain of events that brought us together. Fate often guides two soul mates in the right direction to find each other.

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you this was just a temporary solution? Why are you causing a scene and trying to run away from home?" He let go of Mia and strode toward me, reaching for my suitcase. I stepped aside, my gaze indifferent. "Since you've already married her, it's only right for me to move out of this marital home. I wouldn't want to be an eyesore to your newlywed wife."

He sat on the other. He didn’t have anything in his hands, no phone, no folder, nothing. He just sat forward slightly with his elbows on the sofa edge and looked at me like a man who had thought about what he wanted to say and had decided to just say it. “This marriage is going to require us to function,” he said. “Not perform. Not pretend. Just function. I think that’s manageable if we’re honest with each other about what this is and what it isn’t.” “Okay,” I said. “What is it?”

"Don't waste your breath, son. My decision is final and I am very sure this will work well. So you two should decide who moves in with the other." "What about my roommates? They just can't leave..." "Nicholas has a whole room to himself so you should be the one doing the moving tonight...unfailingly." The Principal pushed on. Nicholas leaned over, putting his arm on Saint's shoulder and saying out loud dramatically, "Like the holy book says, the man shall move in with the woman and they shall become one." Saint's face reddened in anger. He removed Nicholas' arm with utmost disgust, "Get your filthy hand off me."

Like I had finally reached where I was meant to be. As we turned to face each other, his thumb brushed lightly over my knuckles, a quiet reassurance only I could feel. The registrar stepped forward, clipboard in hand, clearing her throat. “Good afternoon. We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Isabelle Hart and Adrian Blake. Marriage is a legal and binding commitment, entered freely and with full consent. Before I proceed, I must ask you both a question.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry, but my eyes never left Adrian’s.

I'm nervous in a way that I haven't been nervous in years. This book feels more vulnerable than the others. The first book was testimony. The second book was about healing. But this book is about my marriage. This book is about Dominic and me and the specific work that we've done. This book is me saying to the world: This is what real love looks like. The first reading is in New York. The bookstore is packed. More people than I expected. People who've read my other books. People who've heard about the foundation. People who are curious about what comes after survival and transformation.

Her fingers trembled slightly as her thumb traced the cover, as if she still couldn't believe that this object was now a part of her life. The book contained two photos. Herself... and a man with cold eyes who was now—legally and indisputably—her husband. Yes, her husband. Luna swallowed hard. She was now legally his mine. “This is real, I got married so quickly, I still can not believe it,” she said to herself. She sighed deeply, her gaze falling back on the name printed neatly on the page of the book. A name that had once felt foreign, but was now forever attached to her.

She asked, putting pressure on the word 'your marriage'. "How's the preparation going for our marriage?" He asked and she felt her heart do a flip when she heard him say 'our'. For some reason she felt like he was talking about HER and HIS marriage. Even the thought of it gave her goosebumps. She quickly shook that thought out of her mind before.

I said pushing her hand off my stomach. “I see, first fight after your marriage is normal…”she started I shook my head, “what do you mean? That Harris and I are fighting?” I asked, she nodded, I looked away, “WE HAVE WORK” I greeted my teeth, she stood, and walked back to her desk. “okay, I’ll just give you this piece of advice, every marriage has its ups and downs” she said with a sad smile, I looked away, but we are not married. I love him, while he can’t! And never will!