Marriage Story Fight Scene Novelas e Histórias

"John, have you lost your mind? Today is my wedding day with Willow. What are you doing here?" Instead of backing down, John snapped, his voice tight with emotion. "I'm not the crazy one. You are! Willow was supposed to marry me. She is mine! I was the one who stood by her side during all those years you were in a coma. We were good together. She's only marrying you to spite me!" I glanced at Nathan nervously, afraid he might actually believe John's nonsense, but Nathan just raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Wow, so all those years and you still couldn't win her over? Sounds like I'm just more irresistible than you."

What did Zayne ruin? Aurora steps between them instantly, her voice soft but firm. “Both of you stop. Please. Fighting won’t solve this.” Sienna wipes a frustrated tear away. “I don’t want this marriage. I don’t want Vincenzo. I don’t want ANY of this.” “…marriage…” I grip the wall. My pulse jumps. This is about the wedding. This entire storm. The tension when we walked in — The phone call from Michigan — Zayne’s frustration —

she continued, enraged. Without waiting for a response, Bella stormed inside the farmhouse, her steps echoing her frustration. Reid exhaled sharply, his resolve unshaken, as he followed her determinedly. Inside, the tension simmered, the air thick with unresolved emotions. Bella turned to Reid, her eyes ablaze. "Do you think marriage is a joke?" she challenged, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and anger. Reid folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "No, it's a commitment. A commitment that matters, especially now," he countered.

“Did you hide yourself for three years just to sleep around?” The insult landed sharply. “Watch your words,” I said. His jaw tightened. “Prove me wrong that you didn't plan your own kidnap. Marry me.” “I will not marry until I remember everything,” I replied evenly. He laughed, but there was strain in it. “You begged me for this. You wanted this marriage.” That stopped me. “You say I begged,” I said carefully. “Then tell me why we fought a few days before the accident.” His expression faltered,

I swallow, resting my head on his chest and wrapping my arms around his back. I close my eyes, letting myself imagine that this is real and that we are a genuine couple. “Mind if I interrupt and steal a dance with the bride?” I look up to see Mr. Marshall smiling at us. Dominic looks down at me. “Sure,” he replies, his voice thick with emotion, before walking away.

“So tell me, how many do I owe you, babe? One? Two? Five?” “Didn’t you hear me earlier?” I whispered, ignoring the sting in my jaw and looking into his eyes defiantly. “I’m not marrying you. Ever.” He released my hands and his fist connected with the side of my head. I winced at the searing pain running through my forehead, and before I even realized it, my hands. I lashed out at him with everything I had, ignoring every ache and sting and slice of pain. Ignoring the burn spreading through my body and the tinge of blood in my mouth. I fought. I shoved at his chest and scratched at his face and struggled in his hold.

"Okay." He walks away in his usual glory, without sparing a second glance at my family. I turn towards my family who gain back their venomous stare at me and walk away. I follow them behind. I'm so tired. All I want to do is forget that all of this drama ever happened and sleep on my not so comfortable bed. But I know better than that. Since now I am the marriage trial of the King Alpha himself, another level of drama is waiting for me in the house. **********

They need the right strategy. A strong couple. They're very compact in fighting. Do you guys agree with Marry? What happens next? Wait for the next chapter. Byeee.

With a wry smile, Renee remarked, "I've been in fights before. It's no big deal." Marcelo sneered, "Were you pregnant during those fights?" Renee did not know what to say. Marcelo turned to Quincy and said coldly, “Mr. Rollins, care to spar with me?" How dare Quincy challenge his wife! “Mr. King, I didn't intend to fight Renee. She intervened." Quincy realized only then that his actions were inappropriate given Renee’s pregnancy. “So you're saying my wife was at fault?" Marcelo questioned.

"She's actually quite pitiful. Her parents don't love or care about her. I also heard that on her wedding night, her new husband ditched her to go to a bar." "Yeah, she chased after him in her wedding dress and even got into a fight with other people." The hallway rang with stories of the stupid things I'd done in the past. My mind buzzed nonstop, and the memories of my wedding day seemed to appear before my eyes. It had been a stormy night. Gideon had his arms around a long-haired woman, kissing her wantonly. I charged at them, losing all sense of reason, and started fighting with them. But because I was outnumbered, I ended up pinned to the ground and beaten by the woman and her friends.