Married Couple Stories Novels & Stories

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

“You want a divorce from me?” His eyes darkened as he stared at me.“No, darling,” he said quietly. “We’re in this together.” “There is no we,” I said, glaring at him. “Oh, there definitely is,” he replied calmly. “Or did you forget about the contract?” My heart skipped. “What contract?” “The one that clearly says we can’t divorce each other until six years of marriage,” he grinned widely. “And we’re only in the third year.” I slowly shook my head. “That’s a lie.”

What was so good about that woman named Silvia, who was being so carefully guarded by Jayden? They had been married for so many years, yet she couldn't even bear him a child. However, Jayden still doted on her ceaselessly. All of a sudden, they had become a well-known legend in Madison City, and it was said that there existed no couple more loving towards each other than Mr. and Mrs. Kyle. Their relationship had endured over the years, and many younger couples yearned for what they had. They were both women, but why were the men in their lives complete opposites?

I assured her, and she gave a small but true smile. After all the greetings and everyone was settled, Azek stood up. Everybody's attention was on him now. “Mia and I have something to tell you guys” he beamed with happiness and smiles as he spoke. “Mia and I, have finally gotten over our rough and traumatic past. We've decided to embrace the love we have deep down for each other right from an early age”… “ So we need all your support on this second half of our journey as a married couple once more.”

Lucian seemed perfect—a devoted husband, a supportive partner, and my safe harbor in a sea of uncertainty. But perfection has a way of unraveling. ………. Months into our marriage, I started noticing little cracks in the foundation. Lucian was often distant, his attention more focused on his business than on me. I didn’t mind at first; I understood the pressure he was under. But then came the night when everything changed. We were sitting in the study, the warm glow of the fireplace casting shadows across the room. I was curled up on the couch, a book in my lap, while Lucian worked at his desk.

Remembering that Danas had often chatted along the way, Marvin understood that his master's wife had mastered the German language. "Mr. Melvin?" someone greeted, approaching their table. Danas looked toward the source of the voice greeting her husband. A married couple holding hands. An elderly man, whose hair was even full of gray. Melvin did not respond; the man only responded after Marvin introduced the couple, stating that they were important clients of their company. "Are you on a business trip?" asked the man. "No." The man's gaze fell toward Danas, who was sitting in front of Melvin.

"But I want to make it right. "I also want to thank you for agreeing to stick to pretending to be my legally married wife at my father's birthday party," Adam said, his voice filled with relief. "I know it's a lot to ask, but it's a crucial part of my plan. With my top business associates in attendance, I can finally take my company to the next level. "You see, these associates are traditional, old-fashioned men," he continued. "They believe in family values and a strong marital bond. By presenting them with a stable, happy marriage, I can gain their confidence and trust.

I shut my iPad after shaking my head out of its state of reverie and got up the chair, taking my chic jacket with me and smiling at the couple obviously in love and lust it was bordering on obsession and after almost 10 years of marriage. Wow, just wow. It's been long since I met a couple who made it that long and haven’t killed or gotten rid of each other already. Or grew tired of the other. But obviously they're on the rare side of the scale and I pray theirs last forever because most don't even get to feel the butterflies hitting their stomach walls till they die.

He stepped closer, lifting her chin gently but firmly with his fingers. “Elena.” His voice was a low command. “Look at me.” She met his gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” “Because it was in the past,” she whispered. “And because… it never felt like something that involved you.” Holden’s eyes darkened. “It involved me the moment you became my wife.” “It’s a contract,” she reminded him quietly. His thumb brushed her jaw—deliberately, almost tenderly. “No,” he said. “This is not about a contract.”

And, I don't understand what you're talking about. "We can't tell grandfather that I got married to get the shares and we'll only be together for three years on a contract basis. If he knows that, he won't give me access to the family property so we're going to tell him a story to make him believe in our marriage. You and I didn't meet in the club. As I said earlier, You and I met because of your brother. Since we got clicked, we went on many dates and started dating for six months. Since your brother didn't accept our relationship and forced you to send overseas, we got married quickly. Is this story believable enough?" He finished talking and stared expectantly.