Marriage Romance Novels & Stories

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

he mouths as Chris takes his place, and Dante kisses my cheek, returning to his seat beside Joanne. I’m overwhelmed with emotion as Shawn outstretches his hand, taking mine as I slowly climb up the steps. Years ago, I was in this same position when James Wood married me with an emotionless expression. He repeated the traditional vows with a robotic voice, pecked my lips, and left the wedding venue to return to Marina. “Rosie,” Shawn unfolded a small piece of paper, “I’m sorry,” he held up the paper, “I don’t think I could have kept my thoughts straight if I didn’t write them down.”

I felt ill, sitting there watching the two of them carrying on. "From looking at you, it seems like Paris suits you." "Paris is nice." "I've always wanted to go to Paris. I hear it's so romantic." "Well, romance can only happen when there's someone to be romantic with you." "I'm sure one of those Frenchmen has recognized your beauty." "Even if one of them did, you know I'm still a married woman. And I honor my vows before God." "It must be tempting, though." "No, not at all. Can you two excuse me? I need to go to the ladies' room."

She snarled. Her eyes burned with a fiery determination that did not lose out to his own. The laws of the Middle East Packs were very explicit. Two soulmates could enter a marriage bond once they found and accepted each other. A male and female wolf could enter the bond of mates if they failed to find their soulmates. Married couples could become mates for life, as long as they never divorced. But once a married couple that didn't share the soulmate bond divorced, they could never remarry again, unless the female first married another male and received a divorce.

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

Mrs Valentino looks at me with calm detachment, like she already knows how this ends, while Mr Valentino leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, curiosity and focus clear on his face. “There are, of course, conditions,” Mrs Valentino says. Of course there are. There’s always a catch. I lean back slightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next, remaining silent as I wait for her to go on. “You will be married to our son, Stephano Valentino, by the end of this week. The ceremony will be private. Legal. No press.” My head spins. This week? Married? I blink at her, trying to process the words. “This week?”

"You're not allowed to say anything of that sort as long as you're still my lawful wife, Tiana!" I laughed miserably as I took a step back, and I raised my tone, "You were the one who refused to let me go, Ian! You were the one who knelt, begging the Langhams to let me marry into your family! It was you who promised the director that you would take care of me and love only me your entire life. If you can't do it, then we should get divorced!" Ian's veins throbbed on his forehead, and a guilty look flashed across his face. He remained furious, but he lowered his voice. "You have lived a life of luxury all these years. Have you ever suffered or gotten hurt all this time?"

"If he pulls the blanket at night, buy two." "Guys, this is too pessimistic," I complained. "It's realistic, my dear. Marriage isn't just romance. It's also logistics." Rosa laughed, shaking her head. "Don't listen to them, Alice. Marriage is love, yes. But it's also choosing the same person every day, even when they snore, even when they forget your anniversary, even when they leave the wet towel on the bed." "Marco doesn't snore," I defended. "Yet," Teresa said with a mischievous smile.

"I want them to spend it as their honeymoon" "Oh really? Is it a marriage of convenience?" "Yes"

she shyly replied, and she smiled awkwardly because of the sound her tummy made. Thereafter, they are facing each other while eating pizza at the dining table. "So, we're married," she suddenly spoke while eating and staring at him. "Yeah," he briefly answered, and stopped eating to look at her. "When?" she curiously asked. "Last month. May 25, in the church, at 1 pm," he replied quickly so, she won't speculate a thing. To be continued...