Marriage Escape Novels & Stories

Many say that the first year of marriage often brings trials. As a result, many choose to give up. But there are also those who make it through, including Andreas and Vlora. They have shown the world that nothing is impossible if you stay together and support each other. Days have passed. Countless rainy seasons have made them sick together, and countless droughts have made them thirsty together. In essence, they have gone through these seasons together. Like that night, exactly five minutes before the clock struck seven, a car drove through the gates of the Sanders' house. The car drove on and stopped in the driveway.

“Thank you. Our marriage is going well,” I replied with a blatant lie before showing him a bright smile. Our marriage was going so well that my wife had risked her life climbing out the balcony to make her escape. Just thinking about Dahlia’s foolish attempt at making as escape gave me a headache. I watched as everyone headed for the door after the meeting came to an end. By that time, I had been sitting way too long and it was a miracle that I could still feel my feet. I knew that I had to go outside and get some action before being stuck in the office turned me into an old man.

I was fucking standing in the California airport, the same place where I had fled to Canada. The evening I fled, it wasn’t just this state that I cut and ran off, but I abandoned the life I had here, the same life for which I had bloody worked hard for three years. I retreated from a marriage that was probably the one relationship in my life that made me feel safe and gave me the protection that I had been searching for for a long time.

Even the bathrobe he wore came from one of the top brands in the world. "We were checking the cctv footage to find out about Mrs. Weston, then we saw that... That woman actually escaped before the wedding. We have got the surveillance footage of her escaping, she was already in the flight during the wedding." "Then the woman..." Celeste's voice resounded in his head as he remembered the time of the wedding, trying to imagine how she looked. "Who is the woman I got married to?" * * * Settled on the sofa, Celeste looked at her surroundings with calm gazes. It was a two bedroom apartment, with sufficient furniture and materials.

John turned towards everyone with a wobbly smile and grabbed Mary's hand to press his lips gently to her bruised knuckles. "Finally," Scarlet let out a shaky breath. "Maybe we can finally have a minute of peace." "Hopefully, it has been a crazy few days and I could really use a minute to catch my mind up on everything." Maybe I shouldn't have spoken so quickly as a glare from the top of the gate caught my eye. I knew we wouldn't be welcomed instantly so I should've expected the gun aimed at us. "We aren't infected!" John shouted to whoever was behind the gun. "We are just looking for sanctuary! We have my wife, a toddler and two young women in my group!"

George stated this from knowing Matteo too well. Diana thanked George for his time and hung up. She had to find a way to make him see her as a worthy opponent but she knew that mission was next to impossible. Matteo was one of the most headstrong people she had come across but still, she knew she had to find a way or she was going to end up being caged in an unhappy marriage. Diana knew that she lost the battle to escape but she also knew she could endure the war to escape her fate. One way or another, she was getting out of this marriage.

“You don’t know my father. If he could sell my elder sister to a brothel for gold, he would be happier to sell me to the Alpha. I’m sure the Alpha is offering him more than gold.” I shook my head. Elder Marek and his endless greed. “When is the wedding?” I asked. “In a week,” she whispered. “A week?” My heart dropped. “There’s nothing we can do in a week.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice as she was worried someone was eavesdropping . “I’ve thought of something.” “And what might that be?” I asked cautiously. “I’ll run away,” she murmured. “And I’ll need your help.” “What?” I almost screamed, but she quickly covered my mouth, her eyes wide with fear.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

People were already placing their silent bets—who had won, and who had lost. And now that the topic had turned to "husbands", well— Grace’s husband had left for Australia just two weeks after their wedding—Sixteen and a half hours away by flight, on the other side of the world. Lasted nearly two years. A marriage in name only.

Thankfully we were seated with Lucas and Maria so the night wasn't a complete dud. When the event ends, the photographers gather again outside for exit shots. Cassian’s hand returns to my waist, guiding me down the steps. We get into the car, the door closes and we're thrown back into awkward silence. Then, I let it out. “You don’t own me.” Cassian doesn’t look up from his phone. “Legally, this marriage says differently.” I turn to face him fully. “I’m not a property.” His eyes lift. Calm. Reflective. Empty.