Novel & Cerita Married For 365 Days

Rocky and Leigh had the shortest marriage in history. “Not the shortest, dude!” Kade parried when Rocky reluctantly told them about the divorce. Kade had to twist his arm to get the information from him. Wide eyes turned to Kade, who rubbed his head when he supplied, obtuse that he was being tactless. “Well, a Kuwaiti couple wears the crown for the shortest marriage in history, divorcing less than three minutes after tying the knot. There’s also Zsa Zsa Gabor and Count Felipe de Alba, who married and split the next day. And don’t forget Britney Spears and Jason Alexander. They were married for 55 hours. At least Rocky and Leigh were married for ten days.”

She didn't even want to bother. She took a quick glance at Jace's face but couldn't read the emotions she saw on his face. Didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that she was married to Jace, and after 365 days, a huge amount of money was awaiting her.

I sat next to him without saying a word. “May I just remind you that I’m in charge of our relationship.” “We don’t have a relationship.” I snapped back. He smirked, “Yes, but as of now, I am your husband and you are my wife.” I sighed in a troubled expression because I just realized that it takes three hundred sixty-five days to stay with him. Maybe sleeping all day could help to fast forward the days and nights. Okay, that does make sense. Instead of talking to him, I'm going to sleep now so when I wake up, it's already day two!

“You two will get married.” I almost choked on my own tongue. “Excuse me?” Bella’s expression shifted from defiance to disbelief. “Wait… what?” He held up a hand to stop the protests before they even began. “You’ll be married for ninety days. Ninety days in which you will live under the same roof, interact daily, and attempt to make this arrangement work. If, after that time, you find that you cannot tolerate each other…” He glanced at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “…then you will get divorced. No complications, no arguments about splitting assets. Ninety days, then freedom if it fails.”

Michael said, pulling me closer, gently stroking my back as we walked to his car. "Do you want to go to the hospital?" asked Michael, still worried that they had hurt me. "No! I want to go home! Then, when I wake up, I want to obtain our marriage license. I know in Pennsylvania, you have 60 days to use it to get married. Sixty days is more than enough time to plan a simple wedding." I answered. "Alright!" he said softly. As the car pulled away, my body started to relax. I was safe with Michael. I let out a slow breath. I never wanted to go back to that mansion if I could help it.

Then, the kiss – a fleeting touch, a brand of possession, a silent acknowledgment of their precarious arrangement. Uno's words, a low murmur against her lips, were a cruel twist of fate: "Let's keep this 365-day marriage our secret. And don't worry, kissing you is the least I'll do." The veiled threat, the raw power in his voice, sent a shiver down her spine.

Eight days. That was all that remained of the marriage Miranda Cole had once believed would last a lifetime. Eight days before the legal structure holding her to Adrian dissolved. Eight days before, she was no longer his wife in any sense that mattered. Just eight days. There had been a time when she counted years instead. Anniversaries were marked carefully in her mind. Milestones she assumed would eventually mean something to the man she married. She had imagined longevity as proof. Endurance as victory.

To her, being watched felt like being treated like a puppet. Maxton leaned forward with his hands folded on the desk. "It is not that simple," he explained. "This marriage is a peace alliance that has to happen. If we get a divorce after one day, the bloodbath would start again and more people will die. So, we have to stay married for at least one year. After twelve months, we can end it quietly." “Shit” Raina groaned and leaned back into the sofa. One year in this place felt like a life sentence. She stared at the ceiling, thinking about her boxing matches, the championship and her mother.

she added, rereading the will. "62 days..." I sighed. "What did you say?" Kathe asked. "I'll be 28 in exactly 62 days. I'm single. I have 62 days to get married." "But... with whom?!" Kathe said, as she slumped back into her chair. I was speechless. My mind is racing. "Where am I going to find a man to marry in 62 days?"

“280 days.” “What contract?” I asked warily, still feeling his grip on my chin, and I tried not to dwell on it. “A contract of marriage between us for 280 days. That should be enough for you to give birth. Once the child is out of you, the contract ends, and you're free to live your life however you seem fit.” He explained coldly, and his words echoed in my head as I tried to make sense of it. That meant that I would be his wife for a space of nine months, and after the contract ends, I could leave. But—