Marriage In Crisis Romance Books Novels & Stories

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

he counters, as if that justifies it all. I nod, finally, the motion feeling like the shattering of my own fantasy. My sister is right. My mother is right. In their eyes, and maybe in reality, we did just get married for the sex. To legitimize a desire that felt too big and too wrong to contain. But this—the manipulation, the secret war he was waging on my phone, the catastrophic timing—this isn’t how marriage is meant to be. This is a horrible, twisted version of it. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling very small and very, very young. "You should go, Paul. I’ll send my attorney to deliver the divorce papers. It’s best if we sign them now, while we’re still in Vegas."

His family had no idea he was getting married and I hope the secret stays secret until the time elapses… It was daunting. And somewhere in the background, Julian and Evelyn’s presence loomed. Their connection to Noah, the old closeness, the unspoken stories, all hinted at challenges yet to come. I knew that eventually, secrets and exes would surface, tensions would rise, and the delicate balance we were establishing could be tested. But for now, I had my space, my voice, and my designs. And I would continue to carve my place in this contract marria ge, one room, one meal, one careful negotiation at a time.

There it is. I knew this moment would come eventually. Just not today. Not when I already have twelve fires burning at once, Enid invading my thoughts more often than I care to admit, and a creeping suspicion in my chest that something about my past, the night that gave me Aurelia, isn’t as straightforward as I once believed. “Maris,” I begin slowly, choosing patience because anything else will worsen this. “My marriage is not your concern.” She laughs once, a bitter, brittle sound. “Not my concern? Cassian, you and I… we had something real.”

"Mr Damian seems sick." Everyone rounded up. My plan worked. Lira walked over to me angrily. "What is this all about?" "What are you talking about?" I raised a brow, feigning innocence. She kept quiet before she spoke again. "Our marriage is over. Once you sign the papers, everything would go back to normal. Why are you doing this now?" I kept quiet. I wasn't sure of what to say. Lira looked at me for a while without uttering a word. Then she left.

Could she be one the ladies from the bathroom? Valeria snorts softly into her mimosa. “I swear, just weeks ago it was all over the trend pages that you and Dante had some kind of contract. Considering how fast everything happened…” She trails off with a shrug. “But I can’t say if it’s true or not.” The table hums again. “For what?” Cassandra asks, laughing a little too brightly. “Why would Dante Moretti of all men need a marriage contract? The most eligible bachelor in Manhattan? Please. Women would pay him to marry them instead.”

he questioned languidly, his voice teeming with disdain, “or is it too difficult for you to read?” Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” He signaled towards the documents with a quick motion of his hand. “If you’re unable to read, allow me to summarize: this document is a contract detailing the terms of our marriage. Simple enough for you?” Her fingers twitched against the teacup. She wanted to throw it at his head. “Rules? What kind of rules?” The grin grew broader as Damion leaned in, his tempestuous gaze fixed on hers. He was near enough for her to sense the subtle aroma of his cologne—earthy, deep, and completely captivating.

I said to them as I stormed out, still bitterly annoyed by their sudden attitude. And who said marriage has anything to do with managing a company? All my cousins who are married, I can see how well they've been doing in handling their businesses- by causing trouble from one end to the other, sometimes Grandma will talk to me to help them sort their messes, and if marriage is supposed to determine how good someone can handle a company, why am I then doing better than them?

I look out the window, and there’s only one person outside, and he’s stationed at the gate, too far away for me to actually hear. ‘I need to get this taken care of before I can marry Megan,” he continues, and I can sense his fear, ‘I don’t know what I will do if this interferes with the wedding. I can’t let that happen.’ As I try to figure out what’s going on, my mate comes down the stairs, looking as handsome as ever. I kiss him and inhale his wonderful scent. His hair is still wet from the shower and he is absolutely perfect. “I heard from Hope just now,” my husband says, kissing me back, “She said that she thinks the curse is completely gone! She’s going to bring some of her famous cookie

I don't have a choice to make. Since the time the Werewolves started putting their paws of rule everywhere we humans are more or less slaves. Living under a facade of society that is run by the Werewolves only. The Government stated that the humans have a peace pact with the werewolves and that's when the marriage trials came. Werewolves are considered to be destined with their mate. A werewolf mated to a werewolf is normal. But a werewolf with a human is where the twist comes. Due to the difference in species, it is a rare case to find a werewolf mating with a human. But to make a balance between the two...umm...species, the government decided that the humans who get mated to the Werewolves