His And Her Marriage Novels & Stories

He seemed to weigh whether to answer, and then, to her surprise, he did. “This marriage was arranged between families. I agreed to it because it served the company, and because my grandfather believed it would steady a merger that has been anything but steady. I knew it was not a love match. I did not expect romance.” His gaze moved to the papers, then back to her. “But I did expect honesty about the arrangement itself.” Leah did not move.

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

"How does that explain anything?" Ted exhales, shoulders slumping. "What I’m trying to tell you is that this marriage doesn’t come from love. It’s a planned marriage. Strategic, arranged. Hermes still loves you and—" "Well how does that help me if he’s getting married?" I spit, the words bursting out before I can hold them back. It hurts. God, it hurts that he can say it like it’s some small detail—that Hermes is marrying the woman who destroyed him, even though he supposedly loves me.

I didn't hesitate, and her smile widened into a grin. "Do what you want to do, Ines, you owe yourself that. You and Alaric know that you share an unbreakable bond, but if you want the rest of the Human world to see that through your marriage then you should talk to him about it; You'll just go from girlfriend and boyfriend to husband and wife." She shrugged, going back to her muffin. A Husband? A married man considered in relation to his spouse. So, if we were to be married then that would firm our relationship, and I wouldn't have to worry about other people falling in love with him?

she remembered, completely blushing. “I’ll tell you everything, but… I think we need more time.” Ian murmured, mysterious as always “I think I understand what you mean. Which doesn't mean I'm satisfied with it, but if it's a relationship you want, then it's a relationship you'll have.” he promised, hugging her. “Especially knowing that, at some point, dating becomes marriage, right?” “Sometimes you sound exactly like my parents, you know?” Harriet grumbled, “A wedding isn’t everything in a couple’s life, you know? Many people are happy without ever getting married and even without ever finding someone they fall in love with…”

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.

We are created to love and be loved, and I believe we can all agree that love is the most fantastic and indescribable emotion known to mankind. Isla was the happiest woman when she married Zero Cohen a few years ago. Zero is a caring, loving, and thoughtful husband. But was he said before was true. He isn’t perfect. They have a happy married life, but it’s not always rainbows and happiness. They argue. They fight. They have misunderstandings. But Zero’s always ensured they won’t sleep until they made up. Zero isn’t perfect, but he always tries to be one. He was the kind of husband that every woman’s dreamed of. And she was lucky to be his wife.

“Except dating. I can’t have my wife dating other men.” “And you won’t see other women.” She said it like a statement, not a question. “Aye, you’ll be my moon and stars, lass.” “I don’t see how we’re going to do this today. We need a license, an officiant.” I placed the envelope on the table. “Taken care of.” She opened the flap and pulled out the marriage license I’d applied for, both of our names already written down. “Are you serious? You knew I’d say yes?”

LF, like a cold stone statue molded with beauty and harmony transcending human limits beyond compare, moved only his lips calmly without a single expression. “S. Truly marry me. Then everything will be resolved.” What on earth was this man thinking living like this? Hyeon-sin, once again with her mouth wide open, barely organized her thoughts with an expression right before bursting due to her mind overflowing with overload. What is the institution called marriage? A man and woman pledging each other's love and promising to spend their whole lives together? Sharing hot warmth in the same bed every night, and as time flows giving birth to children and becoming each other's sole family in the

I asked, presuming the worst. "No," he said, amusement audible in his voice. "We have… a different type of work to do." "Like what?" My mind restlessly processed through the issues I might have forgotten about. "Our wedding." He chuckled. "Oh…" Was it weird that I stopped thinking about the fact that we needed to actually get married to become husband and wife? Contractual married looked a whole lot simpler in romances and dramas. Two people went to the registry office, signed papers, got their stamps, and were married. Aren needed proof that our relationship was genuine, although I still wasn't sure how far he was willing to go to prove that. Luckily, we had no problems with our intimacy an