Marriage Of Another Life Novels & Stories

“It’s a line. I can’t stay married to a man who erased me. Who slept with my cousin while I was blind. Who turned my work into something I would rather die than see unleashed.” His jaw tightened at the mention of Elara. “That wasn’t about you,” he muttered. “Yes,” I said. “That’s the worst part.” He flinched. “Clara,” he said, leaning forward, hands braced on the island. “We are not normal people with a normal marriage. There is no ‘clean break’ here. Even if there were no Acheron, no regulators, no Blacks and Volkovs circling, our lives are too entwined for a simple piece of paper to fix.”

He looked… Well, I couldn't deny that his body was impressive. I quickly averted my gaze. "No, I'm not playing hard to get. We don't really know each other, so sleeping in the same bed would just feel awkward for both of us. "And… if possible, I'd like to make a deal with you." His brow lifted. "What kind of deal?" "Since this is basically a business marriage, why don't we just live our own lives privately and act like a couple in public? I married you so I could have stability and not worry about money. I don't expect love."

" The words 'fake marriage certificate' were like a knife, cutting through the last shred of hesitation I had left. So, even in this life, he still lied to me. Even our wedding was a whole act. I didn't look back. Instead, I tightened my grip on my luggage handle and kept walking toward the boarding gate. The announcements called passengers to board, as footsteps rose and fell all around me. But it felt as if I couldn't hear a single sound. Ethan, you said I couldn't live without you, but you didn't realize that once a person truly died inside, they no longer fear losing anything. I boarded the plane and fastened my seatbelt. Outside the window, the Floren night sky glittered just as it alwa

Janell started clapping. "Well done!" The room erupted in a lively chorus of congratulatory words. Only Damian's cold gaze remained fixed on me. "Think this through, Carla. This is marriage. If you do marry Ryder, you and I are over." Over? When were we ever together? It didn't make sense at all. Just because Damian and I were married in my past life, did that mean I wasn't allowed to walk away right now? I grabbed Ryder by the collar and kissed him on the cheek. He flushed so red it seemed he might spontaneously erupt.

I sat in the booth, staring at the now-cold cup of coffee on the table, and started chuckling. Alas, my tears still insisted on running down my face. My phone buzzed just then. I'd gotten a text from Zachary. 'Ellie, can we talk? Just the two of us.' I stared at the message, deleted the entire chat, and dialed my attorney. "Mr. Lambert, it's me. I want to file a lawsuit against Zachary and recover our marital assets." I could hear Eugene Lambert's clear and professional voice on the other end of the line. "Understood, Ms. Shepherd. And regarding your earlier question about bigamy…"

I'd been married to Dante Vitale, the Don of the Sicilian Mafia, for three years. Everyone knew it. I was the woman he'd carefully protected and cherished since we were young. When I was fifteen, a group of thugs cornered me. Dante stepped in to protect me and ended up with several broken ribs. Three years ago, in front of the entire Mafia, he swore before my late father's portrait that he would love me and take care of me for the rest of our lives. Then I accidentally spilled coffee on our marriage certificate. When I took our marriage certificate to get it reissued, the clerk told me it was fake. Isabella was his real wife. And Dante didn't even seem to think it was a big deal. "Dante

In my previous life, my older sister, Chloe Fuller, married Adrian Owens, a rich, aloof man, while I married Ethan Wright, who was sweet and attentive. He rubbed my feet at banquets and even turned down social engagements to spend every one of my birthdays with me. Although Chloe's mate was wealthier, his leg injury required long-term treatment. Because of that, their marking ceremony kept getting postponed, and they weren't even sharing a bedroom. She'd had enough of a marriage in name only, so she asked to dissolve their mate bond. And Adrian didn't try to keep her. On the day our parents brought her back home, she happened to see Ethan putting a necklace around my neck for our anniver

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

He continued. “I choose you without Crowne, without Voss, without Mercer, without memory telling me what we were in another life.” His thumb moved across my ring. “If this is the only life we have, it is the one I want.” I had prepared no written vows. Perhaps that suited me. My first marriage followed a script. My second began with a contract. This choice deserved words spoken in the moment. “Caelan, I once believed a second life meant I could correct every mistake.”

I'm Marilyn Voss' husband, yet I can't spend so much as a few dollars without getting approval through her company. When my father needs emergency surgery, I submit a desperate request for 30,000 Bellan dollars. Marilyn's assistant, Callan Rourke, finally approves it. Three minutes later, the transfer arrives. But at the hospital billing desk, I'm told I have only 138 dollars available. That's when I realize what Callan has done. He sent the money in the wrong currency, leaving me with only a fraction of what I need. I call my wife, frantic for help. "Callan already approved your request," Marilyn says coldly. "Stop asking for more. I'm busy." Then she hangs up. I send Callan pr