Marriage Rules Novels & Stories

"Yes." The drive to the city registry is short. The building is bland, bureaucratic. We fill out forms. Our hands brush as we pass papers. Every touch sends a jolt through me. He signs his name with a firm, decisive stroke. Michael Sotheby. I sign mine, my handwriting shaky. Stacy Reed. For the last time. The official, a bored-looking woman, stamps the documents. "Congratulations. You are now legally married." The words land with a dull thud. It's done. I'm Mrs. Sotheby.

Maria: Here are the terms for getting married to my son. Lines of confusion appeared on my forehead. What terms? I begrudgingly opened the file and I could swear that I almost had an heart attack from what I was reading. "This is to inform you that you are getting married to, Damien Jones in order for him to claim his inheritance and for this to be achieved, our family has some laid down rules, viz: •You CAN'T divorce your husband until 2 years time else the marriage would be rendered void..." My eyes were wide on my head as I read down the agreemy stand this, I'm filling for divorce right....

“Fine.” “Rule three,” he continued, pacing now, his hands clasped behind his back. “You will not contact the media. You will not give interviews, you will not speak to journalists, and you will not discuss me—or us—outside of trusted company. I won’t have gossip dragging my name through the mud.” Her lips parted. “I wouldn’t—” He cut her off with a glance sharp enough to silence her. “Rule four. This marriage is not about love. Don’t expect flowers, don’t expect tenderness, and don’t expect me to play the doting husband. If you’re lonely, that’s your burden to carry. Do we understand each other?”

He frowned and sat up, taking them. “What’s this?” “Rules and agreements,” I replied proudly. “Our marriage contract.” He scanned the page, his eyebrows pulling together. “Rule one,” I read aloud, “you are not allowed to bring Amelia into our matrimonial bedroom.” He scoffed. “This is my room. Not our matrimonial bedroom.” I leaned closer. “Since I’m sleeping here, it is our matrimonial bedroom. Just don’t bring her here.i don’t want to get a mate bond pain for something I don’t even care about.”

"You don't have to say that, Aidan. I let you go that day." "Ace, you can break up with him if you want." Aidan grabbed both of my hands that were on the table. "One of the grounds for divorce from marriage is vitiation of consent, which includes obtaining consent by force, intimidation, or undue influence." "I know." I gently pulled my hand and placed it on my tight below the table. "But I want to stay as his wife." Aidan's hopeful face suddenly turned into despair. "But I thought you didn't love him."

My eyes widened. Kyle had agreed to the contract marriage? I snatched up the document. "There are rules in there," Kyle said. "If you don't follow them, you'll face consequences. Read it yourself." His smirk sent shivers down my spine. "You made rules without consulting me?" I asked. "If you'd followed me, you could've made your own rules." I scanned the document, my heart racing as I read the rules 1. No sleeping together or engaging in any physical intimacy. 2. Must not fall in love with each other. This is a business arrangement, not a romantic relationship.

“You should stop being informal, we are not in love. Do not for any reason think you'd have sex with me, and lastly, this marriage will last only for a year.” “Are you done with the rules?” I gave a short nod. “So it seems.” “Good. Now can I remind you about the marriage certificate I showed you the other day?” I frowned a little, more of a confused frown. “How does that have anything to do with my rules?” “Have some patience, will you?” I have no idea why, but the smile on his face, it unsettled the hell out of me. “Once you leave the study, you'll be shown your new room. On your bed, that same marriage certificate is lying there on the bed, do well to go through it again, once you are done

“I was hoping you’d ask.” He moved toward her slowly, deliberately, every step measured. Not threatening never overtly so but the kind of presence that pressed against her skin, invaded her space without permission. “Rule one,” he said. “This marriage exists in public only. We will share a residence, attend events together, and present a united front.” He circled her once, hands clasped behind his back. “In private,” he continued, “you stay out of my way.” Aria’s fingers curled at her sides.

Sebastian said. "I do not understand," said Charlotte. "It's simple. We get married just to get our families off our backs and we'll go our separate ways after a year. That way, we won't be breaching the term of the contract," Sebastian explained. Charlotte could see what Sebastian was driving at. If they got married, then they would fulfill the terms of the contract. The contract didn't say that they would have to be together for life. It only said that they had to get married to each other.

I try to let him know about the burn, but he doesn't seem to care at all; instead, he presses me up against his torso while keeping his eyes fixed on mine. "Samuel, you h—" "You said that you don't want any terms and conditions in this marriage. Right?" he asks and I nervously nod, being completely invested in him. "But there's only one rule I have set for this marriage", my heart starts throbbing at the word. I swallow, peering into his cold eyes. "Never talk about the past. About my past. About yours. Even about ours. It's gone. I want to stay in the present and so should you. And never think about the future. No expectations. No promises. Whatever we have is now, firefly. It's now!"