Novel & Cerita Marriage And Sword Chapter 2

What troubled me deeply was realizing this marked the second time Maximus had injured someone who had harmed me. And what confused me even more was when he said he had decided not to marry. So why was he my husband now? I pulled aside the green curtain partitioning Maximus’s treatment area and stepped inside. Without hesitation, I demanded answers. However, Maximus rose to his feet, his gaze locked on the bruise marking my forehead. “That piece of shit!” he snarled, darkness seeming to envelop his features. “Where is he? I swear I’ll make him pay for what he did!”

And I was. “I am pleased to inform you that your most treasured sword, Karazcht , is with me. Don't fret, this isn't a declaration of war. That is, IF you follow my instructions properly without fail or deceit. If you want your Karazcht back, I want you to send one of your finest maidens for the marriage of convenience. To be specific, I want your cousin, Nevan. If you follow this condition, we will not only give you the sword but also promise not to wage war on the Lycan territory since we will now be in-laws.” Uncle Caelum read it aloud gravely and the more he read, the more angry I got. There were a myriad of expressions in the crowd right now. The first and most prominent was a shock, fo

“I used him as a tool to pave the way for you, Riven. But you... you let him use you. You let him into your bed. You turned a weapon into a lover, and you almost died for it." My teeth clenched. “That weapon loved me!” I growled loudly. Then my voice lowered, almost a whisper. “Loved me more than you ever would. He treated me like I was a person and not a duty. He made me feel like I was me.” I said, even though I wasn't sure of it anymore. He leaned down, looking intensely at me. "The playtime is over, son. The 'Sky' chapter is closed. Your days of boyish games have come to an end. You are getting married in two days. Your coronation will be done a day after."

My hands wrapped around my shoulders, as the wind blew heavier. I could see the clouds already changing, and I knew the rain was going to be heavy. “You wanted to get married to me right? I have given you that. But everything that happens to you after our marriage, from this day and henceforth, is no longer my business,” he gritted out.

Noah, on the other hand, had squandered his position as the Brookes' legitimate heir, indulging in a life of leisure with no responsibilities. At the café, soft, melodic music played in the background. Howard flashed me a smile. "Do you remember this song?" I nodded; it was my favorite piece from Argusia. He had waited in line for ages to get tickets to bring me to the concert. "You haven't changed a bit," he remarked. I laughed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" "Still not planning to divorce?" I shook my head. "Divorce? That's impossible. I need this marriage to protect my assets worth over a hundred million."

I blinked and stared at him intently. “What is it?” He took a deep breath and held my hand tightly. “Let’s get married.” That made my jaw drop. *** Third Person’s POV FROM a distance, Kira was taken aback and simply stared at Nicole and Kyle. “It hurts even more when you keep staring.” Curiously, Kira glanced at Vince, who was sitting beside him. “What do you mean?” Vince smirked without looking at him. “We both know what I mean, Kira.” Kira fell silent and looked again at Nicole and Kyle, who were almost in the middle of the school field.

"You didn't answer me what she is doing here." It seems that they are talking about an important matter that I can't be a part of. His wariness is more than evident. But I am aware of what he means by the matter. Marriage was always present between the acquisition papers, now that there is no union between the families, they are very close to losing everything. Even this old, painful, ugly mansion. "What I do or don't do is not your problem." His words are cutting like a double-edged sword. "Now I have to give you explanations for my actions? You've always been a pushover like your brother, you think you can bully me?"

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"

Vincent stood frozen, his claws dripping and his eyes blazing gold—while Maria’s lifeless body lay at his feet. On his other hand, he held the journal—it was writing on its own once more. The words glowed in blood-red ink: “Chapter Two Hundred and One: The Bride’s Arrest.” The police lights flashed intensely as guns were raised and voices shouted, “Hands up!”

THE WORD marriage was a big word for me. If ever you’ll enter into the sacrament of marriage, you must be ready for the lifetime commitment because marriage wasn’t just a stage of life where you wanted to marry someone at first then if you get tired, you’ll leave him or her. In the stage of marriage, there was no room for playing. People weren’t playing at this stage. Before two people enter this stage, you two must be very sure that you love each other and that both are willing to enter into a lifetime commitment. Being married to someone was the starting point where you will be building a family with your partner.