Marriage Blessing Scripture Novels & Stories

"You drugged me and fooled me into your room. I know exactly what you want." Oh, honey, if only he knew the chaos that paraded through my mind on a daily basis. But I swear on my bank account that I have done no such thing. Drugging him? Oh no, I’d drug people for their money, but not for their dicks. -- "I don't think you can pay off your family's debt, even if you work day and night, for the next ten years, Ms. Lane." "What do you suggest, Mr. Anderson? I'm not following." "Marry me, Mellisa Lane." He leaned in close. His hand lifted my chin, so my eyes looked straight onto his.

What do you do when your first love, who crushed your heart into a million pieces, crashes your engagement party and proposes a marriage? Certainly you would would show her the door and slip a ring on the fiancé's finger like a sane person. But Damien Callahan? He did the exact opposite. —------------ Time stopped for Damien Callahan eight years ago when Anastasia, his first love, left him without explanation and moved to another continent and left him with nothing but their heartbreaking memories. Giving in to his family’s demands, he eventually agreed to marry his best friend. But on the day of his engagement, Anastasia returned and proposing marriage– A Contract Marriage to be exact. Damien is done playing the lovesick fool. If she wants a contract marriage, she will get it but he will make sure she regrets every second of it. The contract might be hers but terms and conditions would be his. …………. Anastasia Spencer fled her home years ago to escape the schemes of her stepmother and stepsister. Their betrayal cost her not just her first love, but also her mother, her only true family. Now, after years of planning, she’s back to reclaim everything that was taken from her—her wealth, her revenge, and the man she never stopped loving. Her Plan is simple: Step one: Steal Damien from her wicked stepsister. Step two: Reclaim her father’s fortune. Step three: Make them all pay for what they did. It seemed simple, right? Except she didn’t count on Damien flipping the script. In the end, it is a game where love, power, and revenge are at stake, who will win and who will be left with nothing?

The familiar touch of his lips made Sara clench her hands into fists and she took her own vows in her heart. ' I Sara Lexington, take you, Silas Alexander to be my unwanted husband. I promise to be hateful towards you in good times, in sickness and in health. I will hate you all the days of my life, until death provides you relief from the life, that is going to be worse than hell for you. ' ~When Sara Lexington decided to loosen up a bit by getting drunk and ended up giving her virginity to a complete stranger, she didn't expect this to become such a huge problem.

My wife, Ariel Sweeney, would always buy me a new watch every time she cheated on me. We'd been married for four years, and I'd already collected 99 watches. That also meant I'd forgiven her 99 times too. This time, she went on a business trip for three days, and returned with a Patek Philippe watch worth ten million dollars for me. I then knew that it was time we got a divorce.

I received a call the day before my wedding. "Miss McPherson, someone has thrashed your venue." I rushed to the hotel in confusion only to meet a woman waving my wedding photo. "You homewrecking skank! You seduced my husband and spent his money on this wedding!" The crowd believed her and went wild. Even the hotel manager piled on me. "I knew something was fishy when the groom never showed up! You're not his real wife!" The crowd turned into a violent mob. In that chaos, I miscarried. At the height of my fury, I texted my secretary: [Cancel the wedding, and kick Matteo Brando out of my company!] How dare he keep a mistress with my fortune! How dare she challenge me! I will destroy them!

She was drowning in debt, she needed to pay off her mother's medical bill, but working, schooling and paying bills the same time was just too much for her, and her insurance could not cover it, she was contracted to marry a psycho for five years, to help him buy enough time to get over the loss of his wife, but she fell inlove with him in the long run, and he treats her so well, that she also fell for him. Unsure of what he feels truly feels for her, for he only calls her by the name of his dead wife. She tries to make herself relevant in his life. But What happens when he regains his senses, and realize he has been living with his wife's look alike, and not his wife?

At my 25th birthday party, my childhood sweetheart got down on one knee, holding a diamond ring. "Diane, will you marry me?" I nodded, my eyes misty with tears, but just as I reached out, he slipped the ring onto my best friend's finger instead. The room went silent for a beat before erupting in laughter. "Just kidding!" Livio Becker laughed. "You didn't take it seriously, did you?" I forced a smile and looked over his shoulder at someone. "I bet he would propose tonight, and I was right. You lost the bet, so tomorrow we're getting married for real."

When Isadora Giordano is forced into a contract marriage with the disfigured billionaire whose scarred face and missing hand have spawned endless town gossip—her world shatters. Darren Barlowe has everything money can buy—except love. He makes a deal with Isadora’s desperate father: He clears his debt in exchange for his daughter's hand in marriage. On their wedding night, Darren uncovers her deception. She has a lover and she finds him repulsive. Fueled by pride and heartbreak, he offers an escape clause: two months as his wife. If she still detests him when the contract expires, she walks away wealthy and free. Isadora's walls crumble as she discovers the wounded soul behind the fearsome reputation and unexpected feelings begin to surface. But when her former lover reappears and a deadly conspiracy unfolds, she must choose between the safety of her past and a scarred man who might be her future. Can they can survive the forces determined to tear them apart?

After coming home from buying fresh produce at the farmer's market, I began prepping the ingredients and making lunch. As soon as I was done with my tasks, my husband, Jeremy Tate, came home. "A pipe in Chloe's home has burst. Hurry up and help her out. It's difficult enough for a single mother like her to handle such problems." I took off my apron and went to Chloe's place to unclog her pipes. Then, I mopped up the stagnant water before proceeding to comfort her frightened child. Once I finally dragged my exhausted body home, I saw Jeremy handing over my daughter's sweater to Chloe. "Don't stress yourself out, Chloe. It's not like Eliza can still wear this anyway. This sweater is perfect for Lily." As I stared at the sweater, I suddenly spoke up. "Let's get a divorce, Jeremy." He looked at me in disbelief. "You want a divorce over an old sweater?" "Yeah. Precisely."

Two years to live. Three months to get pregnant. One insufferable stranger who ruins everything. The doctor's words still echo. Terminal, progressive, two years maximum. But it's the three month deadline that sends me running. Three months to conceive before my body becomes a graveyard for the legacy I'll never leave behind. So I fly to Thailand, pretend to be poor, and search for a desperate man willing to marry me for money. Until I meet him. Arrogant. Annoying. Sharing my rented rooftop and seeing through every lie I tell. We hate each other. Establish rules. Agree to stay away. Then he collapses, burning with fever, and I have to make a choice: let him die alone, or miss the deadline that could save my billion dollar empire. I choose him. The company crashes. My father's legacy crumbles. Then I find his passport. He's not some poor stranger. He's the heir to my father's biggest rival. He's been lying since the moment we met. I run, choking on tears and rage, swearing I'll destroy him. Three weeks later, I'm at an engagement party, about to meet the stranger my dying father picked to save our company. The doors open. It's him. He steps closer in that perfectly tailored suit, his mouth curving into something dangerous, and leans in to whisper against my ear: "Hello, wife. Miss me?" I realize with crushing, devastating clarity... I did.