Marriage Story Fight Scene Novelas e Histórias

I was instantly furious, quickly wiping my face with a napkin. Thankfully, the coffee had cooled down a bit; otherwise, my skin would have burned. I stepped forward and yanked on Lillian's collar, tossing her toward the floor. There was no other choice; she was too tall. I needed to bring her down so that I could have some advantage. The next moment, the sharp sound of slaps echoed through the air. "Who do I think I am? I'm Mrs. Brooke and the daughter of the Reeds! Look closely; I'm Noah's legitimate wife.

My temper was flaring, but it was no use against him. “No,” I told him quietly, “we're getting married, so it's best to wait till our wedding night.” “Well, it's a good thing you have no say in this matter.” Then he was on me. His left hand gripped my right wrist in a dead grip that instantly cut off the flow of blood and his right hand slapped my boobs before disappearing into my gown from beneath. I tried to fight against him, but I was no match for his strength. “Feisty, hmm? I'll fuck it out of…”

“Fay, are you – are you serious? Did you honestly think that I was going to risk my pregnant wife in a dangerous heist at the end of her third trimester?” My mouth falls open in shock, but I almost immediately snap it shut in rage. “We are not married,” I growl at him, getting to my feet as I point my finger into his face. “And if you think I’m not going to fight with you about this every minute for four months, you’re dead wrong.”

A L Y S S A My heart thunders as the words register in my mind... I will marry her... Stephano has agreed to marry me... just like that... I watch as Mrs Valentino releases a breath she has clearly been holding, her shoulders relaxing slightly, while her husband nods once, satisfied, both of them glancing at each other before they both look at their son, then at me. I stand there, stunned, my mind struggling to catch up to what has just happened. I have not agreed to anything out loud, yet my future has been decided in front of me like a business deal concluded without my signature.

I said, putting my hand over my chest to keep my gown from slipping down. I was expecting him to apologize for his actions. "This isn't a love story in which I tease you, blow your back, and give you butterfly kisses. Because I am forced into this marriage, I am the anti-hero of your story in real life "He screamed as he turned me around. "I, too, am forced to attend this wedding, but that doesn't mean we can't try to communicate politely," I tried to persuade him. "This is our wedding night..." My eyes widened and I chewed my cheek very hard to keep from saying anything else.

“I guess that makes two of us. I actually made a reservation for a dinner date tomorrow.” "I didn't mean to call up painful memories." I shook my head at him. "That's not what I meant." "Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company."

Lucas said angrily. Before Mary could say anything to calm her husband, Natasha said stubbornly, "I will never marry that crippled man in a wheelchair," Natasha said with these words and ran from there to her room. Lucas, furious at his daughter's behaviour, kicked the coffee table and sat down on the sofa. Mary sat next to him and said in a calm voice, "Natasha is right. We can't marry her to a wheelchair-bound man."

The sweet smile somehow made the situation even scarier. "Know your place in here, Millie. Or this isn't the only hit you'll be getting." Celeste took a step forward. Millie took one backward. "You seem confused." Her voice was dangerously calm. "Those two grown men fighting have absolutely nothing to do with me." Millie's mouth opened, then closed. Celeste didn't give her a chance to speak. "They decide what they want to do." Another step forward. "And my marriage?" Her smile widened. "It's none of your business."

Simone said firmly. “But I've seen that man, he looks at you like if anything happens to you, he will die with you, or he will burn the whole world down to destroy what hurt you, so I know deep down that he won't walk away without a fight. He's just waiting for you to show him that you're worth the effort.” I wiped my tears and sat straighter, a spark of determination lighting up within me. “You're right.” I said, my voice steadier now. “I can't just sit here and let my marriage slip through my fingers. I have to fight.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” “You know I don’t love you. You know this marriage is a sham. Why are you acting brand-new?” Aston went off. He sounded more upset than usual. I wondered if it was because of the fight with Max or if there was something else driving it. “This is what you say to me after screwing me?” Lala went off. A gasp went off in the crowd who had gathered to watch the couple fight. “Lala, have some decorum!” Aston snapped under his breath. He was aware of the crowd and wanted to mitigate the embarrassment, but as soon as he snapped at Lala, she went off.