Lavender Marriages Novels & Stories

His words left the room in silence. But Celeste was the first to respond, keeping her tone smooth while arguing that the marriage would restore balance and serve both families. Clarisse followed quickly with words sharp with urgency. “This is not only about private matters, sir. It is about how the world sees us. The Ravencroft name is already spoken of with envy and suspicion. If you reject this union, whispers will turn into rumors and those rumors will damage us all. Do you want to hand that advantage to your enemies?” Dominico turned his eyes on her, his glare cold. “And you believe attaching my family to scandal will preserve its honor?”

“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.”

The moment he opened it, his breath caught. A divorce agreement. Both of their names were clearly written on it. His eyes widened as a sudden, inexplicable panic surged through him. Seizing the moment, Elena hurried to hook her arm through his, her voice turning sweet. "Luca, look. She left on her own. Let’s be together. I’m the one who truly deserves you. Everyone says we’re the perfect power duo." Luca violently shook her off. His eyes burned as he stared at her. "Clara is my Donna. You and I are friends. We will never marry. Now get out. Immediately."

“Lavender Page is an abused woman who’s struggled through her entire life. She grew up without her parents in an orphanage and was never in contact with anyone who would provide her with the love she needed because she required more than anyone could ever fulfil.” Holy shit. Is this guy a writer? I stiffen up like a stone. Everyone’s gonna think I’m a weak little girl if he goes on like this. “She married Jim two months after they finished high school and like every marriage, they had their ups and downs. One of the hardest blows was an abortion Jim forced upon her.” At this point, I’m struggling not to run out of the courtroom as everyone’s eyes are on me, including the judge’s. This is rea