Kisah Pernikahan Tanpa Cinta Novels & Stories

“It’s just confusing for you but their marriage is their decision. Walang record ng fixed marriage ang pamilya niyo.” Ang alam ko ay dahil sa business at dahil buntis si Mama ay kaya lang sila nagpakasal ni Papa. Ang alam ko talaga ay wala ngang nagaganap na kasunduan ng pagpapakasal sa pamilya ni Papa at ni Mama, ngunit sila ang una. “P-pero…” Anong nangyari? Bakit hindi naging maganda ang kinatapusan ng kasal nila? At bakit sila nagtapos?

He paused, then turned around and held my shoulders, gazing at me with deep affection. "But you're the only one I love, Mia. Even if I have to go against my whole family, I'll still give you the formal, public recognition you deserve as my wife." It was only after he proposed that he told me his family had a tradition of husbands and wives living apart together. Thus, we only registered the marriage and didn't have a wedding. Our families never even met. I thought loving someone meant respecting them. So for six years, I bore everything alone. But he shouldn't have lied to me.

“You don’t know what I’ve been dealing with during those times.” I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Then make me understand it. Tell me the reason why you suddenly stop talking to me. What did I do wrong, pumpkin? I thought we were fine even if the marriage did not start with love.” “Who said I loved you? I never said that,” she spat. “How could I love someone like you?” It felt like a knife was plunged into my chest. We never said we loved each other. Or anything related to that. Our marriage… was full of unspoken words which we filled with actions. But in nearly two years of our marriage, the first time she gave herself to me, I impregnated her.

The distant longing in his eyes told me of his once sincere love that died in vain. "Unfortunately, she wasn't Chinese. She was a German residing here in Korea that time. We met at Itaewon. Our family tradition strictly forbade marrying from another nationality, so you could tell ours was a forbidden love. I let her go. She married someone else, and now she's passed away for ten years. Died young of heart attack." I was drawn in to his stories. That night, all my fear had vanished little by little. Time passed with me slowly being comforted with the tales of this unknown man. He was warm, and kind, and sincere--nothing to be afraid of, I thought.

Surrounded by family and friends, we exchanged vows, pledging our commitment to each other and to the unwavering belief that love had the power to overcome even the greatest of trials. The journey that began with a contract marriage, one night stand, and a whirlwind of unexpected twists and turns had transformed into a tale of redemption, forgiveness, and the unyielding strength of the human spirit. Our story, once entangled in deceit and betrayal, had blossomed into a testament of love's enduring power.

When the clerk hands over the forms, Aria’s fingers tremble as she takes the pen. This isn’t how she imagined marriage. No dress. No flowers. No vows spoken beneath fairy lights or soft music or anything remotely romantic. Just urgency. Fear. Love sharpened into a weapon. She signs. Luca signs. The clerk notarizes it. And just like that— They’re married. No kiss. No ring. Just ink binding two souls under pressure. “It’s done,” the woman says quietly. Luca exhales slowly, tension shifting but not disappearing. Aria feels the tremor of it through his hand.

Emma gazed at the sparkling diamond ring on her finger, feeling its heavy presence. The ring symbolized a commitment, but not one born of love or choice. Instead, it represented a binding agreement, a contract that tied her to a stranger. She had always envisioned her dream wedding, with a loving partner, laughter, and joyful tears. But this reality was far from her fantasy. The man she was engaged to was practically a stranger, someone she hadn't fallen for, hadn't shared memories with, or built any connection with.

This wasn't about societal expectations or flashy displays; it was about a love story that defied odds, a love that found its own path. The ceremony was simple yet heartfelt. We spoke our vows, not with scripted pronouncements, but with raw emotion and a shared commitment to building a future together. Tears streamed down my face as I pledged my love, not to the heir of a fallen empire but to the man who challenged me, supported me, and loved me fiercely despite the world's scrutiny. When the ceremony concluded, and "I do" echoed through the clearing, a sense of relief washed over me. We were finally married, not as pawns in a game of power, but as two souls bound by a love that had weathere

“We’ve been practicing like fucking rabbits, but she wants to do it the right way.” Kai chuckled, “which is?” “Well, no fucking offense. But you know how the song goes.” “Ah,” Malachi replied. “First comes love, then the fake marriage to Kennedy, then a divorce, another marriage, and then the baby in the babycarriage?” We all laughed, except for Kennedy. Who probably doesn’t want to laugh in case it gives her wrinkles. “Yeah, we’re not exactly the typical love story. But Kennedy told you about her and Cas marriage?” I asked Kai. I didn't think she would want people to know the truth.

Andien had many plans to get back at Kenan and she had to do it carefully and not in a hurry, especially after Andien knew that Mark was now on Alinda's side. A week after Andien's arrival in Jakarta, Andien and her lawyer went to the religious court. The intention was clear: to file for divorce, but Andien was surprised that her marriage had not been registered with the religious court. "How can it not be registered when I have this marriage book?" asked Andien, brandishing the marriage book she had received from Mark. "May I see it?" the officer asked with a furrowed brow. Andien handed over her marriage book and the officer looked at the data again. Andien waited in silence for a long tim