Marriage Story Fight Scene Novels & Stories

"Besides, if this marriage is stictly based on an agreement alone then where is the money you're supposed to pay me? The last time I asked for my money, you tried to divert my attention from it and you ended up sending me nothing!" Xavier fell silent as he watched her, several thoughts going on in his mind. How had they gone from casual flirting to practically yelling at each other? He saw a movement from the corner of his eye and when he turned to look, he saw the air hostess standing frozen at the spot with a trolley of food, watching them with a shocked expression on her face. Great. A witness to this stupid fight. He had forgotten that he and Charlotte weren't the only people on the jet.

I retorted, staring into his eyes, “You act like you're innocent, you're the one who brought this upon yourself by getting married to me. I'll make you pay because you've just signed your death warrant in that court” he growled, I've had enough of this bondage called marriage. “Fuck you, fuck this and fuck anything that would ever bring me an inch close to you… I'm done, I'm leaving” I uttered as Eaton grabbed my hands and tossed me on the dinning table, my back ached staring at the shattered wooden table that my back just went through.

You've never once loved anyone but yourself! I didn't bother pulling my punches. "Mr. Clark, Gideon and I received our marriage certificate from the state three days ago. We are now a legally married couple. So, if you have nothing else to say, please leave." I couldn't resist adding a snide remark, "You should go to Sophia if you're going to throw a hissy fit. After all, you two had registered your marriage and are a lawfully wedded couple." "No! I don't have a wife! Not anymore!" William shouted in desperation.

I warned them not to sell him the house, or they would be asking for trouble. I whipped out the marriage certificate that Ella and I shared, my proof that I was not spinning tales. The sales staff in the lobby snapped to attention. Ella's face was a storm of fury as she lashed out at me, "Moron, can't you stop making a spectacle of yourself? Get lost, go home!" She dismissed me to the sales staff with a wave of her hand.

… It was my wedding day. I stepped out of the dressing room wearing my bridal gown. Frank moved into my path with a deep frown. "I told you the wedding was delayed indefinitely. What do you think you're doing? It's canceled!" he demanded. "Apologize to Vivi, or our marriage will stay on hold forever." "Wake up, Frank. You're not the groom," I shot back. He reached for my hand, but I slipped aside, caught his wrist, and twisted it behind his back instead.

Mahima's POV " I wanted you to break the marriage and ask for a divorce. So we staged that scene. We didn't do anything. I never slept with that woman in my life. " He said, I was shocked. To hear that. " What rubbish!! Don't make stories, I am not that naive... I saw you with my own eyes. " I said again at the top of my voice.

- KAREN MILLER POV On a beautiful sunny afternoon, Anthony asked me to marry him, making me almost have the baby due to the strong emotion I felt. I can't forget his words "Love of my life, I want it, and I want it madly, I will fight for it to be eternal"

A few flight attendants on duty merely cast their glances toward the husband and wife. "Are they having a fight?" whispered one of them, causing Marvin to look in their direction. "Come closer, you don't want them to think that we are fighting, do you?" Melvin's voice made Danas glance at him. "Will you come over here or should I come to your spot?" Danas remained silent, not answering. "Danas," Melvin called. This time his voice was somewhat raised.

I shouted as I dove under the table and felt the first bullet rip through the upholstery of my chair. "He’s a Valenti and you’re a Moretti and the union was a mistake that is being corrected right now," Marco growled as he stepped around the table but Lucien was already on him and he slammed Marco’s arm against the metal wall until the gun clattered into the corner. The fight was brutal and quiet and the only sounds were the grunts of the men and the thud of bodies hitting the iron walls and I saw Marco reach for a blade in his boot and I knew I couldn't just sit there and watch my husband get gutted in the dark. I scrambled across the floor and grabbed the heavy silver water bottle and I sm

She mumbled solemnly. Stared into their twisted hands. Watched his thumbs brush hers absently. His cock straining his trousers. Shallow breaths working his buttoned blouse. “You’ve filed already?” “No.” Her gaze refused his. “Are you going to?” “Richard will work on me until I do—it’s so much more satisfying for him if it’s me to do it,” Finally, her eyes met his. “I told him we’d married during our first fight.”