His And Her Marriage Novels & Stories

The day I found out I was pregnant, my fiancé, Grant Hale, told me he was going to marry another woman. His childhood sweetheart, Chloe Bennett, had gotten pregnant unexpectedly, and he said he couldn't let her family throw her out over a baby no one would claim. I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm pregnant too. If you marry her, what happens to our baby?" He frowned. "Serena, don't start acting out now. You've always been strong. Even if you really are pregnant, you can wait a few months. Once Chloe has the baby, I'll give you the wedding you deserve." He thought I'd wait for him like a good girl. What he didn't know was that I'd hidden my identity as the heiress to one of the most powe

The staff member handed the marriage certificate back to me. "Mr. Evans, this marriage certificate is a forgery. According to our records, Mrs. Fielder's spouse is Marcus Brown. They have a six-year-old son together." The words on the certificate blurred before my aching eyes. I held my daughter tightly in my arms as my ears rang. A second later, my phone vibrated. A message had arrived from Marcus, Natalie's assistant and her legal husband. Marcus: [Matthew, my wife is at our son's parent-teacher conference. She doesn't have time to register your illegitimate daughter.] I clutched my phone and stared at the message until tears blurred my vision. So I was the other man all along. The

On my wedding day, explicit photos of me with multiple unknown women suddenly surface. My fiancee, Mildred Gibson, takes my stepbrother Oliver Shaw by the hand and announces that he will be taking my place as the groom. But Mildred's aunt, Daphne Gibson, arrives with millions of dollars, determined to marry me—the man everyone condemns as a cheater. Daphne's unwavering pursuit eventually wins me over, and I marry her. Then, a car accident shatters my spine, leaving me at risk of spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair. The doctors ask my family to sign the surgical consent forms. But my wife, Daphne, places a transfer agreement in front of me. She demands that I sign over my c

Late that night, Shane and Haley finally sent off the last guest. Haley leaned heavily against Shane, exhaustion written all over her face. "Ugh, no one told me getting married would be this tiring. I'm never doing this again." Shane chuckled. "Who else do you plan on marrying besides me?" Haley blinked innocently at him. "Who says you can't marry the same person twice? That's what they do in books and dramas." Shane sighed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and gently tapping her on the forehead. "You need to cut back on those dramas."

He really took care of the groom today. After going through a long journey in the process of dating. Finally Arjeno came to the point at the end of that illegitimate status. Marry. Arjeno and Hanin successfully stepped on the household stage. Today the two will give up their courtship status to be a married couple. "Proud to choose you to be my wife." said Arjeno after he said the promise to be together forever with Hanin. They are now a legal couple. Hanin blushed, looking down with a hue on her cheeks that was increasingly visible, "Finally my dream came true. You have become a part and destiny of my life. I'm happy to know you, Je."

And he had chosen to look away repeatedly, pushing her further away each time. Regret coiled around his heart like poisonous vines instantly, making it hard to breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut as he swallowed his saliva. Meanwhile, Melody's voice trembled with joy, like she could already see herself winning. "Finally, that annoying woman is gone. Fran, now we can finally be together in the open! I'll get to be your wife, and our baby can have a proper home!" She even reached out to touch Francis's furrowed brow, her voice full of hope for the future.

“I’m happy to marry you, but why now? What brought this on?” He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “After everything we’ve been through, I realized how much you mean to me. I want to solidify our bond, not just in the eyes of our pack but in the human world too. I want to marry you like normal people in New York City.” Isla felt a flutter of excitement at the thought. “You mean a real wedding? With all the white dress and flowers?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Not this way. “I think you got the wrong idea, Mr. Heinsberg. I don't want a real marriage. I want to be chairman of Cooper groups. It will be a marriage of convenience. We will act as a couple in public, nothing more than strangers in private. It will be a public wedding but no registration. Once I became heir, we faked divorce. I will give you half of my assets like a normal divorce.” I declared, crossing my arm against my chest with a straight face.

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.

Recognition. When I got to him, he leaned in a little bit closer. “You’re steady,” he murmured. “So are you,” I replied. “That’s a lie.” The officiant cleared his throat. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Dante Romano and Isidora Moretti.” His voice was softly echoed through the room. “Marriage is so often described as a celebration," he continued. “But at its core, it’s a promise. One borne not just of love, but of responsibility.”