Married For 365 Days Novels & Stories

Annoyed at how messy it looked, she muttered, "I'm not hungry." Elijah frowned, clearly displeased by her response. "Do you know the essence of marriage?" he asked. Marcia shook her head. "You've said it yourself—marriage is pointless. If someone's going to cheat, they'll cheat regardless!" Elijah was speechless for a moment. He flicked her forehead lightly and said, "Is that what you took away from my words last night?" Sliding his arm around her shoulders, he added with a subtle tone, "The essence of marriage is three meals a day and sharing a bed at night. Four things, no more, no less."

”I don't know why I feel so uneasy today, as if something bad is going to happen. “Don't say that again,” David said,”you are strong and well, nothing bad is going to happen,okay.” “I am here and will always be by your side.” “Thank you sweetheart,”she said. “No need to thank me, you are my wife and I will always protect you because I love you and care a lot about you.” “She took his hand and squeezed it,appreciating him the more.” “You are a good man,and I am so lucky I got married to you.”

Until then, I thought that there would be little hope. Truly, when my aunt said that I would now live with him until he decided to terminate the contract, which was going to last a year, I thought that spending three hundred and sixty five days with this attractive man wouldn't be so bad after all. I was wrong. Every day would be a nightmare and if I am not dead before the end of 365 days, I would run mad with rage. I thought that maybe I would pierce his heart, there should have been hope trust me or I would have not even given up trying after two days of being married to him.

Or perhaps he was frustrated because he couldn't unlock the pattern Ariana had set. Ariana wasn't surprised to see numerous messages and missed calls on her phone, considering she hadn't held it for days. If she counted, their marriage and her time with Gerald had just reached one week. Yes, if Ariana wasn't mistaken, today marked their eighth day of marriage.

​“That was in the past, when I didn’t yet understand my own heart. We’ve been married for more than three years now, Ruby, and my love for you only grows stronger with each passing day.” ​“I love you more every day, too, and I love you so much.” ​The affectionate wife buried her face against her husband’s chest and pressed a firm kiss to the left side of it. Chris answered with a loving kiss on her shoulder. Happiness surrounded him every day, and he would protect it for as long as possible, with all his life.

Chapter 1 Aria touched the present that she had carefully prepared for her husband. She stroked it lovingly and spoke in a soft voice, “Mark, today marks three years since my life was tied to yours forever. In the past three years, I know that I have not been the best wife, nor have you been the best husband, but we have always found our way back to each other.” “I don’t know how much you love me, but as for me, I know that I love you so much, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.”

AGREEMENT OF MARRIAGE This agreement is between Mr. Vincent Sterling and Ms. Alina Voss, stating that the period of their marriage will last for one year. After the duration of one year, Mr. Vincent Sterling shall allow Ms. Alina Voss to leave the marriage, keeping all her secrets intact. If, in any case, Mr. Vincent Sterling threatens Ms. Alina Voss with the disclosure of her secrets again or attempts to extend the duration of their marriage without her consent, he shall be liable to pay a fine of one hundred million dollars.

“No, that’s not possible. He’s supposed to be marrying me. We’ve been planning this for years!” Her face had gone pale, panic creeping into her voice now. She didn’t even care that people outside could hear her. I exhaled slowly, irritation creeping in. “Violet,” I said, my tone clipped, “calm down.” She didn’t. “August, say something! What is going on? Why are you married to some random, when our marriage is only a few weeks away?” The officiant cleared his throat, clearly wishing he were anywhere else. “It shows here that you are married to a…” He paused, scanning the document again.

I said. "Let him try. We have better lawyers." "Bridget's going to escalate." "We'll handle it." "This is going to get worse before it gets better." "I know." Julian took my hand again. "But we'll handle it. Together. As partners." I looked at our joined hands. At the man I'd married three months ago in a contract that was supposed to be cold and transactional. At the relationship we were building that looked nothing like what either of us had planned.

"Okay, if I were to agree with this charade marriage-" "Contract marriage." He cut me off. "It is called contract marriage." I refrained from rolling my eyes. "Okay then, if I were to agree to this contract marriage, how long will it last?" "It depends on how long the contractors want to partner with my business. It could be six months, a year, two years, five years, or even ten years. It depends on the contractors." Ten years?! My subconscious yelled in alarm. In ten years, I'd be thirty-three!