Married For 365 Days Novels & Stories

He exchanged his gaze to me and the contract on my hand, disbelief written on his face. Thirty days or no divorce- the headline Mandatories: 1. At least two kisses a day. My husband didn't read more, his shocked face morphing into a comical expression as his eyes struck at me, "You got to be fucking kidding me!"

LOGAN Three long yet amazing months went by and the D-day finally arrived. I couldn’t believe that I was about to be married to Scarlett and it seemed that neither Blake nor Alex could believe it seeing how nervous they were while getting dressed for the ceremony. We’d watched her become the best version of herself in the last three months and judging from all the power and potential she radiated, even three Vaughn men might not be enough of a match for her. Still, I was beyond elated to see what a marriage as unique as ours had in store for us in the coming years. And for the rest of our lives.

Everytime she closed her eyes, she imagined her mother's voice, the bills piling up, and Romeo's voice saying, "Then we begin tommorow. Tomorrow was now today. At exactly 8am, a knock came at the door. She opened it to find a tall man man in a blacksuit- no expression, no greeting. He handed her a sealed black envelope and walked away without a word. She stared at the evelope like it might explode. Inside was the contract. Temporary Matrimony Agreement- twelve pages of precise, cold languages. Her name was printed on every page, binding her to a world she didn't belong in. "Marriage shall last exactly 365 days." "No physical intimacy unless both parties agree". Violation of discretion will r

Alex stayed seated, swirling his drink slowly, eyes on me, studying me. “You gonna say what’s on your mind, or just keep staring like a lovesick idiot?” I muttered, not even bothering to mask the irritation in my voice. Alex tilted his glass, studying me over the rim. “How long have you been married now?” Here we go again. “Three months.” Ninety-nine days, to be exact. Ninety-nine days since Elizabeth signed her life over to me with trembling hands and dead eyes.

he scoffed, “that companionship is what I’ve been trying to do for weeks now. And we are getting to a month of our marriage and it’s looking like you don’t even want me.” “Oh baby…” “You have no idea how hard it is to please you. Do you even know what I do on a daily basis just to make you happy? I wait on you every single morning before you go. You want me whenever, wherever… I’m there for you. When you come back, I’m there, looking as sexy as I can for you. I’m giving you gifts, flowers, sex. I’m making new meals for you every single day. Since this month started, you haven’t repeated the same meal ever since we got married. Let me show you the effort that I put in!

His ears trembled slightly, and there was a tremor in his voice. "Harper, what are you talking about?" "Didn't we make an appointment? You were to attend the covenant ceremony between Emma and me today, send us blessings, and then wait for me to marry you in a year. How can you marry someone else?" I looked at him coldly, and my tone was very firm. "Jonah, I'm not kidding. I'm going to marry Alpha William today." Jonah panicked and his tone became weak. "Harper, are you still angry with me? Are you doing this this deliberately?"

"You look like a mess." "I just lost my home," I snapped, a spark of my old fire returning. "Forgive me if I didn't stop for a manicure on the way to my 'sale.'" A flicker of something—amusement?—passed through his eyes before they turned back to ice. "Sit. Read the contract. You have five minutes." He slid a thick folder across the desk. I sat, my hands shaking as I flipped through the pages. Article 1: The marriage shall last 365 days.

Day three. We hike coastal trails. Through ancient forests to hidden beaches. At a secluded cove, we stop. "We're married," I say suddenly. "We've been married for five days. Why does it keep surprising you?" "Because it's us. We've broken up four times. And now we're married. That's—that's huge." "It is huge. But Elena, we're not the same people who broke up four times. We're different now." "I know. I just—I keep waiting to wake up and realize it was all a dream."

There are 61 days left till the ceremony in City Hall. They would be legally married in sixty-one days, so they wouldn't have to explain their relationship to strangers anymore. Sixty-one more days until it was just theirs.

No excuses. Daily check-ins. Fifteen minutes. No kids. Just us talking. Vulnerability exercises. Sharing one fear, one hope, one appreciation every day. "This feels like a lot," Isla said. "It's thirty minutes a day plus one evening a week," Dr. Mitchell countered. "If your marriage isn't worth that, we have bigger problems." She was right. "We'll do it," I said. Isla nodded. "We'll try." "Don't try. Commit. Your marriage is worth fighting for. But you have to actually fight."