Married At 19 Novels & Stories

William let out a bitter, dry laugh that didn't sound like a laugh at all. "It’s his life. I just... I just thought he should have waited a little bit more. Four years, or five at least. He should have honored the memory of their marriage. They were together for twenty-three years, Isabel." He let go of me and walked to the edge of the deck, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He looked so small against the vastness of the ocean, his gaze distant and full of a hurt he couldn't hide. "She married my dad when she was nineteen. It was an arranged marriage between her family and his. It was the only way her parents would agree to invest in his new company back then.

Then he walked away, his laugh echoing faintly with him. Aurora smiled and chatted with a sense of civility to the stream of guests that continued to approach us. It felt awkward explaining to friends and business partners that I was about to marry this girl they’ve never even heard of, let alone met. Again and again I told them, “We kept things private,” I had repeated for the fourth time. “It felt more romantic that way. Just the two of us. But now we’re ready to make it official.” I saw more than a few people who glanced down at her stomach to see if there was a particular reason we were in such a rush. Aurora quickly put those rumors to rest by drinking her weight in champagne.

I don't know where he is going with all this. "It is not the look of a man who is ready to sacrifice himself for my little rose. You are not in her life for the long run, are you?" Joey asks seriously. My heart slams against my chest. How do I tell him that he is right? We both agreed what we are having is not long term but I can't tell her that. "Me and my wife got married when we were young. We were just nineteen. At first everyone was against us. At some point I thought they were right and we wouldn't work out. It is twenty two years and we are going on strong."

She said, imagining it as she lowered her finger down, tracing the scar that reached my chest, under my shirt, "Till here?" I nodded. She blinked, looked at it, blinked again before she looked at me, "Your uncle?" I nodded again. True it was Alex's hand holding the knife, but it was Frank moving it. "How old were you?" "Nine." There was a brief moment of silence, before, "When I was nine, I got married," She said, out of the blue and my eyebrows pulled closer, "We even made a whole ceremony in the school's playground," She added, "His best friend officiated the wedding and everyone was in tears when he placed the candy ring over my finger."

She shrugged, pulling her legs up to her chest. He recognized that as a protective gesture and knew he had to tread lightly. Travis couldn't believe that someone their age would be involved in an arranged marriage. It was so antiquated. "How old was this piece of shit?" "When we got married, I was a week past eighteen. He was forty-five," she whispered, her eyes downcast as she said the words. "Are you fucking shitting me?" he asked, his whole body coming up off the couch.

I rolled my eyes at how extreme she was getting. "I'm alright, Maria," I told her, subtly. She huffed, pouting softly at me. For a girl of Twenty-three, she acted like she was twelve. It was so hard to believe that she just had her first child, roughly three months ago. Maria got married to Andrew when she was still in college. That was about two years ago.

It'll take time for them to come back here. I graduated and when I hit twenty-one and then I did what I had been dying to do from the time I married my Gana. I married her again but this time legally and my Dad officially announced our marriage to the whole world. I knew that I was not my legal age when I married her but it was needed to do and I did what I thought would be good for us. I'm staring at my beautiful wife who is sleeping without any care about this world. "Fai?", I heard my name and kissed her forehead lovingly.

Until now, their level of sweetness had not lessened even just a bit. Mom married Dad at the age of twenty-two who was two years ahead of her. They told me that they indeed spoiled their time together first before planning to have me. They married right after college graduation and my grandfather was generous enough to give them a small capital to start off business where they both worked hard to make it grow.

I married at 18 to an older man I thought was 26. He turned out to be 36, though he didn’t look a day over his claimed age. Despite the lie, I fell deeply in love with him. Anthony treats me like his precious little princess and spoils me in every way imaginable.