Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

She asks almost, almost concerned. “My problem? Mum I'm getting married! Married! To Dexter of all people, gosh, you know, hell everyone knows that I hate that man with every fibre in my fucking being yet you want me to smile and get married to him. How cruel can you be?” I say with every emotion that I was feeling I didn't even realize when tears started streaming down my face. “Wipe your eyes Lorraine. It's a marriage not death, and it's for the comp….”

His voice sounded very promising, and the fact that he’s a billionaire just got Lora jumping into his embrace She fell in love with him at first sight, but she never thought he could also possibly have the same feelings towards her But now her doubts have been cleared. And she has made up her mind solidly to go ahead with this marriage Collins doesn’t love her which she’s very sure of. And now this wedding is not about him or his love, but rather his brother Jeffery “Beep…beep” Lora reluctantly grabbed her phone from the bed to read the message that just came in. Upon seeing whom the message was coming from, she quickly unlocked her phone and opened it to read

"How sad that you can't marry the love of your life." "How would you know anything about this?" Abigail snapped at him. "More than you might think, actually," Lyall said, sighing as he cupped his head in his hands. "Love is always tricky, but in our world, its impossible. A marriage is never for love. A marriage is a card you can play, it's an alliance, it's something that can save you from otherwise drowning." "I don't understand," Abigail frowned at him. "How is it like that, though?"

Spoked Mrs Alice, and Loveth frowned as she got home and her mother wouldn't allowed her rest with the topic about marriage. "I don't like him mom. He can marry whomever he likes. He's a doctor, so what's special there to him about his wife, when he sees a lot of women centers." "Shut up Loveth. Do you think any man is a saint?.." Fumed Mrs Alice. "I don't know mom. But I don't liked the way Doctor Williams stared to me with lust and kept smiling. Congratulations to him and his wife, but you let me be."

There was now one huge question that loomed like a hot air balloon in the air. How would this affect their marriage? Although she had served the divorce papers as a gift to be opened in public, James had somehow kept it under the wraps. She suspected that he had also succeeded in hiding the papers from his father. Patrick being a traditional man would never condone a divorce especially if it appeared to stem from the fault of his own son. He had mentioned at their wedding that one who could not persevere in a marriage was not fit to run the family business. Patrick would rather open the business to the public than give it over to a son who disappointed him.

Emily promised herself with determination as she watched Calvin's figure disappear from her sight. Repeatedly mentioning God in her heart, Emily packed her clothes and personal belongings into her backpack. She had no intention of playing games with the sanctity of marriage, even though their union lacked love. Emily hoped their marriage would progress normally and naturally. She thought that their time together would eventually nurture mutual love. However, the reality was different, and she had to accept the pain, even on the first day of their marriage.

She did not believe that a marriage relationship that was not based on love could be built so easily. Moreover, Amora looked so relaxed living a life that Estelle felt was too reckless. A loveless marriage, Estelle had lived it before and she felt like she was living in hell even though everyone saw her as a lucky woman. Looking at Amora who was stunned, Estelle interrogated her again. “Why? Do you have feelings for him?”

his wife adds with her nose up. I nod my head and push my wheelchair forward. The wedding is bland and worse than a funeral. No flowers, no music, or anything resembles a wedding really. Just the priest, us in front of him, the browns on the first aisle and the media. The vows are quick, and our priest and everyone is soon gone. We are left awkwardly standing at the aisle. “I guess we go home now,” my wife says with the same emotionless voice she used during our vows.

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

They were persistent and wanted to go their separate ways. The family thought they were still not grown up, so they were let off the hook. But the decision of the marriage was made already, there was no way the family wanted to move out from it. In the last seven years, many events happened, many chances were given to them to fall for each other. But nothing changed, they remained the same, love never bloomed in their heart for each other. The old man knew how much his granddaughter loves him, and would do anything for him, so he staged this act and forced them into marriage.