Marriage Story Fight Scene Novels & Stories

“I am not going to eat your damn food. I want to get rid of this dress. Alex! I am not your bride!“ I shouted angrily. But he held my hand and forcefully pulled me out of the room. “Well, since you don't want to eat, I won't waste my time. I will marry you, and we shall leave!“ He said. He forcefully led me to the rooftop of the house. And I was shocked to see the place decorated. It looked somewhat like a wedding reception. He really put in a lot of effort. He went to his knees and looked up at me. “Mia Johnson's, do you accept me as your legally married husband?“ He asked. I tried pushing him away, but he held tightly onto me and stood up. He wanted to put a ring on my finger. But I fought

Adam Locke made it his mission to control our marital finances. Every time I needed money, he subjected me to an interrogation. All I was allowed was 300 dollars a month, no more, no less. "Asking for money again?" Adam asked, shoving his ledger in my face. "You've already reached your withdrawal limit for this month!" I stared at the ledger. That 300-dollar budget was supposed to cover our children's medical bills, our daily household expenses, and even the money Adam owed restaurants or colleagues whenever he got drunk at one of his "business events." Not a single one of those expenses had been for me. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up from the table, and his tone softened al

Five rings later. I hadn't scored a single point. The stall owner smiled politely. "Better luck next time." I folded my arms. "This game is definitely rigged." A familiar voice spoke behind me. "No." "It's your aim." I froze. “It's Damein.” The stall owner laughs. "Sir." "Help your girlfriend." We both freeze, both answer together. "She's not my girlfriend." "He's not my husband." Lily laughs. Damien picked up a ring. One throw. Perfect.

he growled in a murmur, threatening her. "Go, and do it so, they would know what kind of man you are. I'm not afraid of you," she countered with so much courage inside her. However, the parents of Katlyn can see that the two newly wedding couples are arguing even though they couldn't hear them talking. "Honey, look at our daughter," Mrs. Carlson cried when she saw her daughter struggling from the hand of their son-in-law. "Don't worry, honey, he won't hurt our daughter in front of a lot of people. So, just relax," Mr. Carlson defended while eating.

2. Marriage is a promise made by two lovers, to cherish and hold themselves forever. Wade called it bluff. To him it was the tool that would put his perfectly thought out revenge in motion. No one ever hurt him and went unscathed. It has been years but this was the perfect time to strike. When he had all the power and his opponent was vulnerable. Spinning in his seat he smiled to himself. This had taken years in the planning, and even a longer period of waiting. But today, he would laugh at his enemy and watch him beg on his knees.

he said firmly, "I knew you might try to disrupt our wedding, so I filed a restraining order against you. You have no right to be here, and I won't let you ruin this day for us." Martha's face contorted with anger as she saw the police officers approaching her slowly. As the police officers surrounded her, anger consumed Martha. She glared at Clint with fury in her eyes, her voice rising in a crescendo of frustration. "You can't do this! You can't just shut me out like this!" Martha shouted, her voice filled with desperation. "I love you, Clint! We were married once! Don't you remember what we had?" Clint stood tall, his face stoic, in the face of her outburst. "Martha, that was in the past,

"Are you surprised? I will not slink away from what is mine like a coward anymore. I will sit on the Katrakis board, I will launch my label from Athens. I will not hide as if the fiasco of our marriage is my fault. "I won’t let you browbeat me into anything I don’t want to do ever again." He looked tortured, his mouth pinched. "Forcing you to marry me was the biggest mistake I have ever made. I can’t believe—" She had no idea that she had thrown herself at him. That with her weight and fists she had pushed them farther into the rear room of his private suite. Pain, and ache and a bone-deep hunger, everything deluged her. Tears flew freely down her cheeks as she continued attacking him.

“I saw Celine kissing your friend Knox, who is also your business partner in one of your new ventures at this moment, kissing one another after you guys won that interscholastic football last game.” “You are kidding me, right?” “Do I look like I am cracking a joke with you right now?” she asked me, pointing to her face. No, she didn’t. “Whoever you marry will be better than that bloody bitch in any case, so I’m no longer concerned about your well-being.” She stood up from her seat and was ready to go out. “Be a good husband, and if you need any marriage-related advice, you know where to find me.” and she was out of my office.

“I’m really supposed to believe that? Everett, please, I may be blonde, but I do have a brain under the wig.” “Listen to me and listen well. We’re going to get married again. The executives want the marriage in the public eye. We’ll overcome this and discover shared understanding. Remember, I have the audio recording. It’s binding love. Gena would feel devastated when she discovers her world is becoming utterly disrupted. I don’t believe I could have planned revenge like this if I tried.” “I don’t want any involvement in this, Everett. If you have a problem with Gena, it has nothing to do with me.”

When the nanny read him bedtime stories and told him how the princess lived happily ever after with the prince. In reality, marriage would always bring many possibilities. It wasn't just about happiness; it was also about suffering and fighting. Of course, Amanda and Bryan weren't the only ones to experience this. On the other side, in another place, a mother and son were also arguing. “I said it, Jonas. We don't have to go. Do you see what Andreas has done to us?” Jonas clenched his jaw. He threw his jacket on the sofa and snarled. Curses were on the tip of his tongue, but he was too angry to speak.