Love And Marriage Series Novels & Stories

“And now Jacob is trapped in an undesirable marriage with me.’ “Oh, come off it! It isn’t as if you trapped him to marry you.” “I know, but still…,” Rachel faltered as she felt an excruciating pain enveloping her heart. “Just think how you would feel being married to someone you don’t love? I can’t really blame him, you know.” “Oh stop being so pessimist!” “I’m not,” protested Rachel fiercely. “Yes, you are. Why don’t you fight for him? Why don’t you try to make him fall in love with you instead?” “That’s the problem here stupid. You can’t make someone fall in love with you. Love just happens.”

" I stayed silent, my emotions tangled. After experiencing a relationship full of deception and betrayal, I no longer held any expectations for love. But a marriage alliance meant binding my life to another unfamiliar man. Papa saw my hesitation and continued, "I know you've been hurt, so I was very careful in choosing your match. He's the heir of the Orsini family, Matteo Orsini. I watched him grow up. He's upright, refined, and has no bad habits. "Moreover, the Orsini family's influence is formidable. They hold significant power in both the business world and the underworld. An alliance between our families would not only deter Enrico completely, but also provide the safest protection for

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

His expression is unreadable, his skin flushed. “Are you in love?” The reporter’s voice cuts through the air like a blade. We freeze mid-step. Larry’s face shifts into a smile that never reaches his eyes. “Our marriage is a business arrangement,” he says coolly. “Love isn’t part of it. But we’re married, aren’t we? With love or without it,marriage is still marriage.” I swallow hard, choking on air. For a moment, I wished he'd lied, just this once. We move forward, hand in hand, like actors playing our roles. I feel a crack in my chest, but I remind myself that I knew my place in his life.

There were only three main points and they include; Since the two partners didn't have feelings for each other, there was no way they'd have sex with each other hence they still needed separate bedrooms. The two partners will get divorced if they're still unable to love each other within half a year of marriage and the husband will leave the house and the car for the wife. The wife shouldn't at any point try to covet his Nana's money.

"Well, don't you worry about that, Ian. My wife loves me and me alone. Our relationship is built on a different foundation than yours. We're mutually in love with each other!" Ian was speechless. What did he mean by "mutually in love"? Was Spencer flexing his love in front of Ian? But before Ian could say a word, Spencer continued mocking him, saying, "Or should I say, your relationship with Eunice has no foundation to begin with? "You only married for the marriage certificate, while she's merely a tool for you to vent your desire and frustration. Didn't you just marry her to torture her? To have her live a life of pain and emptiness?

“We are marrying next week.” Grandpa’s expression darkened as he turned to me. “Lorenzo, what is this? What about your marriage to Zia?” Zia interjected before I could respond. “Our marriage was just a contract,” she stated firmly. “It has been terminated.” The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and I felt my heart race as disbelief washed over me. “Terminated? How can you say that?” Grandpa looked at Zia with disappointment etched across his features. “You need to provide proof of this termination,” he demanded sternly.

“You won't like to see who I am, Valerie. So stop giving so much of your effort to digging about me.” I folded my palms, lifting them in front of his masked face. “I want to, El! I want to know you totally! I want to know you even though you are always hurting me! I don't care who you were then! I want you to give me the fucking chance to know you! I love you, El! I'm ready to love you even if you're the worst person in the world!” “Valerie, this marriage is not about love! It's all about the money I gave to your parents and the benefits I reap from them! So please, stop loving me while it's still early!”

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.

They would navigate those stormy waters together, running towards the horizon, hand in hand. Surrounded by the ambiance of celebration and love, Hailey laughed aloud, swelling with a hope she hadn’t dared to entertain before. This was the beginning of their story—the realization that love didn’t always follow a conventional path, but will it still manage to weave out a loving relationship and marriage that they both deserve?