Lavender Marriage Novels & Stories

he asked, his tone softer now. “Absolutely,” I said without hesitation. “This marriage was doomed from the start.” Cole sighed, shaking his head. “You’re stubborn, Zayn. But maybe one day, you’ll realize that you’re the one who’s missing out.” I didn’t respond, turning back to the window instead. Aurora was still out there, helping the maid with a smile on her face. I didn’t understand her, and I didn’t want to. This marriage was just a temporary inconvenience, and once it was over, I would move on.

"Willow, I know Nathan is in a coma, but you never know. He could wake up any day now. And when he does, whoever's married to him will be the luckiest woman in all of Charleston." I scoffed inwardly. If marrying a guy in a coma was such a great deal, why were they so reluctant to let Vanessa do it? I didn't say a word. They assumed I was still in denial, and their expressions grew even more grim. But they were wrong. I had already made up my mind that I was going to marry Nathan Stone. Out of basic courtesy, I visited the Stone family the next day. When the Stones heard I was coming, they were over the moon. Nathan's mother, Mary Thatcher, held my hands as she wiped away her tears.

It was like the cells in my head were throwing a wild after-party, banging against my skull and tugging on my eye sockets as they danced. “Here.” Davy held out two tablets, and he helped me into a sitting position, watching as I took them and closed my eyes, waiting for the effect to take place. “Where are we, love?” I whispered, the drummers in my head quieting down after they had received their bribe—Advil. The room was brown and white; the table beside it held little, and yet it held no recognition. The bed was too small to be ours; otherwise, I would be sure to get a refund or even leave the marriage, as there was no way I was consummating my wedding with this tiny-ass bed that seemed li

Maybe Enrico had no idea the registration never went through. I looked up at him, my voice trembling. "Enrico, there seems to be an issue with our marriage registration. Let's go redo it. Right now." A flicker of panic crossed his eyes. He reached up and ruffled my hair. "Why are you so anxious over something this small? I'll have Viktor handle it. You just rest." The last glimmer of light in my heart went out completely. After a long silence, I slowly nodded and forced out a single word. "Okay."

"Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company." A picture of Lucas and Amy's cruel faces came into my view. I thought about all the sacrifices I made in my marriage with Lucas. I thought about everything I’d done for Amy as my best friend and how they choose to repay me. They both deserved to be punished, to feel the heart wre

Mary sat next to him and said in a calm voice, "Natasha is right. We can't marry her to a wheelchair-bound man." Lucas looked at Mary and said angrily, "What do you mean? Are you asking me to ruin my company for your daughter? If it is what you are wishing for, then you are wrong. I will never ever do this. The marriage will happen. I had let my dignity and begged Mr. Center's Grandfather for a chance. I can not waste it" "Not at all. It is time to bring back your mistress's daughter," Mary said with a sly smile. Lucas was completely stunned when he heard Mary's words.

Until now, Corey was nowhere in sight. Both nations, Sylvania and Arcania, had originally wanted to use this marriage alliance to ease the conflicts and tension between them. Who would've thought Corey would ditch the engagement party? Everyone expected Luther to explode at the scene, yet he calmly addressed Amadeus, his family, and Evelyn, saying, "It appears Sylvania doesn't have the blessing to marry a Vonridge. Since my son has no desire to proceed with the marriage alliance, I won't pressure him."

He was gone. While I was getting ready, Belen met me. "Aya, he had quite an appetite earlier," she said, smiling. I smiled faintly. "That's good to hear." When I reached the office, Lana met me immediately. "After your lunch meeting, you have an interview for WMN Magazine, Ma’am." "Okay." I’m used to interviews: controlled smiles, rehearsed lines, never showing too much. Especially when it comes to my personal life. No one has to know. Not even the press. That I’m married to him.

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

“You have me now. I’ll save your wedding." “You better. Because we need to decide everything. Like… everything everything.” "Okay... Is that our job to decide?" I say, tucking a dress into the suitcase. "It's my wedding." She says. "Makes sense. Start talking then. What kind of wedding are we doing?” “Lavender.” I blink. “…Lavender?” “Yes!” she gushes. “The theme, the flowers, the decor... everything is soft lavender and lilac and like… dreamy vibes.”