It's Better To Marry Than Burn Novels & Stories

"Why, darling? I'm sorry that this marriage is forced. We have to get married to "Noah, are we married?" Grace interrupted Noah again with a one-liner that managed to make Noah smile even wider. "If you don't believe it, then what's in your hand? That means you're already my wife, Grace, darling. Noah replied happily, no longer hesitating to call Grace dear. Today, the barriers and walls of Grace's arrogance that hated him were shattered, replaced with a special piece of paper that was proof of their love union.

The very place that had once felt like a home now loomed over her like a prison. Madison’s words stung like a slap. “Yes, Mrs. Asher, we will live in your mansion as my husband, Mr. Samuel , has signed a deal with your husband, Mr. Asher until they complete their project. We will live here; hope you don’t have any problems!” The hurt in Madison’s eyes was unmistakable, and Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. The hatred simmering just beneath the surface was too much to confront.

"Now that is the only thing that put our marriage to asunder. He has the money, he should get a cook." Ema folded his arms as he wondered how much of a problem the contract marriage would turn out to be. Their house would have a chimney, he thought. Arguing morning and night, day in and day out would rent their marital home in flames. The chimney would help with emitting all of the heat. "Since you won't be working, you should try and be a nice little housewife." Ema told her dryly. "A nice little housewife? Seriously?" Lila was waving the fork dangerously now and Ema feared she would pierce her spotless face or even her pretty eyes with it.

I can't help but ask. He looks at me. “We don’t need a virgin,” he says with an eye roll. “It’s just to make sure whoever she is doesn’t come with the extra baggage of ex-boyfriend drama.” I nod. He’s right. “The truth is we're going to go into bankruptcy,” he continues, and I tense my body. “If we don't raise the stock numbers soon, it'll cost us a lot. The partners are saying you lavish the money on your women, and that's why they need you married to fully trust them—well, not fully, but it'll be a start”.

“No offence here, but you are not going to heal by staying indoors and swimming. I mean, this place is great and all, but you need some alcohol to loosen you up, party, and maybe some cute guys to fill up the vacuum.” My face immediately twisted, and I shook my head. “Yes to everything, but no cute guy will fill the vacuum that Davy has left. Don’t even suggest it to me.” “My bad.” Kim held up hands in apology, and I waved it off. “You still love him?” “Is that even a question? I married him, so of course I loved him. I thought he would choose me, hence the ultimatum, but if I had known he was adamant, I would have…”

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

“Let’s get married, Ivan. Right now.” This wasn’t some impulsive reaction born from anger. Ivan had taken care of me. His friends respected me. My mother adored him. And truthfully, the only way he could shield me from Cassian was to become my husband. He stepped closer, his gaze unreadable. “Once we register the marriage… there’s no going back.” I smiled, more sure than I’d ever been about anything. “Unless you hurt me…” I whispered. Ivan let out a low chuckle. “Blimey! After the way you just dismantled your ex, I’d be utterly mad to even consider putting a foot wrong. I’ve no intention of inviting that sort of wrath.”

“It’s over. It’s dead. It’s paper-thin.” I locked eyes with her. “I don’t love you. I don’t see a future with you. I don’t even see you bearing my children.” Every word came out like a bullet. I wanted it to hit — to slice her where it hurt. She stared at me like she couldn’t breathe. Then her voice cracked. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered. Good. Let the truth suffocate her. “Dad,” I said, still gripping Nelly’s hand, “we’re getting married in church.”

In the first place, I don't know what Manik see in that low-class girl and get married to her ". His grandmother sighed and said: "Now, don't talk about the past,.I have an idea, I will emotionally blackmail Manik and bring him with that girl then after that it was easy for us to separate them as we all know that girl is not the Manik type. Manik always wears branded clothes, how can he choose to marry a low-class girl, it must be a mistake and we will correct his mistake ".Everyone agreed with her.

There is literally no man in Skyline more gorgeous and loaded than Ashton fucking Laurent! I pulled her back down onto the stool. ‘Okay, calm the hell down. Marriage is still kind of a big deal, don’t you think? This feels… too fast.’ ‘Fast is the new normal,’ she fired back. ‘Half the city’s out here getting hitched after three Tinder swipes. Say yes first, panic later. Worst case, you divorce. Best case, you get to stare at that face every morning over coffee. Win-win.’ Then she smirked, her whole expression going full perv. ‘And let’s be real, you marry him, things are bound to liven up in the bedroom. I mean, you’ve got first-hand experience, haven’t you? He probably fuc—’