Matrilocal Husband Romane & Geschichten

She wasn’t a beloved granddaughter being cared for but she was merely a scapegoat, sacrificed to protect Jacob’s reputation. Second, Sia realized her husband wasn’t the promising heir everyone assumed him to be. Matthew was anything but responsible. His family pushed the marriage on him in hopes that a capable wife would help turn him into the man they needed. This meant that Sia was now responsible for his success. She had to work tirelessly,not only to secure her own future but also to strengthen her husband’s standing and improve his reputation. Third, there was no love in the marriage. Matthew barely acknowledged her beyond basic civility. They maintained a cordial relationship but it wa

“What… what are you talking about, Mother?” “Don’t call me that!” she snapped. “You think that name gives you a place here? You think a bastard like you could claw her way into this family and pretend she belongs? Into my son’s life?” Her words cut sharper than any blade. Every syllable struck a place inside me that I’d kept stitched shut for years. “I tolerated you for Victor’s sake,” she went on, her voice turning cold. “But now? You’ve humiliated us beyond repair.” I turned to Victor—my husband. My supposed partner. My last hope but he didn’t even meet my eyes. He just sat there, staring past me like I wasn’t worth the breath.

"What?" "To Gus Santoro, my nephew. They had a small private ceremony ." He slid another document across his desk. "The restaurant is yours, as she specified in her will but Gus has been living in the apartment above it since the wedding. "My mother had remarried, to the handyman, someone I'd never heard of or met before now and was living above my restaurant like he belonged there. "He's a gold digger," I said flatly. "He took advantage of a dying woman."

A day turned into weeks Charlene left home against her parent's will, and since none of them supported her decision, they all wanted her to give their marriage a second chance which she was ready to let go. Charlene only informed her parents she was going on a vacation and that she needed some time to clear her head. Ever since she left home they hadn't heard from her, and Charles was unable to get in touch with her.

His mother died at the loss of her mate and heartbreak leaving Chris bare and broken. His pack harbored a rule where an Alpha must have a Luna before getting his title. My father had been a close friend to Mano, even to the point that they both saw themselves as brothers. In that case, he offered to make me Chris' wife and to take me after three years. The deal was for Chris to let me go as soon as I found my mate and to never perform any of mate rituals with me. Yet, being a child who never went out and always stayed with my dad and my few friends, I lashed out.

As I turned to leave, his small voice stopped me. "Marabelle?" "Yes?" “What is Maison to me and the rest of his family?” Matthias asked, but I could see how unsure I was about how things worked without having been around family before and seeing family members find their mates or, in the human world, marry and move out together. I smiled at the innocent question. "Maison is my mate," I explained, sitting on the edge of his bed. "That makes him your brother-in-law. And his family—Alpha Logan, Luna Mara, Jackson, Lily—they're your extended family now. Like in-laws in human terms."

She nodded. “It’s a common thing in Nitholirc to share a wife among multiple brothers. Take your case, My lady. You have five husbands, and as a wife, it’s your both duty and obligation to take care of each one’s needs. Upon completion of bonding, you can understand each other better by sharing your feelings. They all can feel your sentiments, but you, you can only sense the prominent ones.” “Prominent ones?” “The one with heavy and strong sentiments at that moment. The flutters you’re feeling are not yours, it belongs to one of them. One who is most affected by what happened in the dining room,”

He didn't seem as sad as normal, but there was still that feeling hovering in the air. He smiled again. “The right dowry to give the husband of my son.” If a stranger had been listening, they wouldn't have known I was the husband of his son. “What??” He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I can feel it's time for my baby to leave for good.” This time, he didn't smile. He grimaced. It was then that I understood why he looked like that. Matt getting married to me was almost equivalent to his mate leaving him. Matt was the closest to his mate, and the reason he stayed strong all these years.

They would eventually be married off. Once married, your husband's mother became your real mother, and you were nothing but an outsider to your birth family. Once I got married, I was only allowed to acknowledge one mother in this life—my mother-in-law. But my mother-in-law was Matt's real mother. Was he sure…? I hesitated. "But what if she dies?" He answered impatiently, "Then she dies. She should consider herself lucky that she's chosen to help Wendy practice." I thought for a moment, then asked, "What if Mom doesn't agree?"