My Blissful Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

A weird combination, to be honest. "This is Marie. She is kind of the house manager. She takes care of this house when I'm not here." He said. The old woman smiled and left us alone to talk. Faith fidgeted with her fingers as Alex approached her, coming face to face with her, looking into her eyes. "What is the matter?" "Marry me, Faith." That was what he said, pressing a small smile on his lips. Faith was puzzled, well saying that would be an understatement.

He angrily left the room, leaving behind furious Alya. Alya is now sitting in a cafe with her friends, Alya sadly said: "I am regretting getting married to Dhruv, first I thought I will be happy with Dhruv despite someone else will be in his life. Even I thought, with time he will forget that bitch but I was wrong he is madly in love with her ".

He had his firms. On their first meet, she will become his little kitten but, she is not an easy girl to take everything so, ended up with a harshal warning. Why did he get warned by her in the first meet?? What made her show her tough side to him?? They both tie the knot with their parent's choices. Will they fall in love with each other?? Will she achieve her dreams??? Will he be her support?? will their arranged marriage last forever? This is my first book and totally from my imagination. This book had love and family emotions. Let's travel together through their journey. Hope you all will like it and support me.

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

Inseparable in a real marriage. Forever. *End*

Ashley I don't know what's more shocking is the fact that my husband, the man who rejected me ten years ago, has his hand on my thighs or the red booklet on the dashboard. It was just a blink! Just a blink! Is that how easy it is to get married? No wonder the cause of most pain starts from marriage. They should be banned for future human sake. “Where are we going?” I decided to push aside all my thoughts and tried to question. Keep a calm and collected front. I reminded myself. Failing to remove his hand from my thighs was already getting under my skin.

“But now my boss has never protested my way of thinking since he got married. He was too busy being happy, spending time with his wife. All the newlyweds can't seem to stand the distance from each other.” Dion blinked an eye before stepping back. “Please enjoy your green tea, Angel.” Meanwhile Angel is stunned to hear Dion's words that no newlyweds can never bear to distance themselves from each other. She glanced at her cell phone that was still silent in silence. Angel took a deep breath, suddenly felt a bad feeling tugging at her heart. ***

she scoffs and then adds, "I think dad would have fainted if it turned out that way so no, I do not blame you. I am grateful that you took this step, but at the same time, I am unhappy that you sacrificed your happiness and peace of mind for this. I feel so guilty." I sigh and look into my latte, my heart twisting from all the burden I have been carrying, "I am also not happy. I had no choice." "How then is marriage with your boss, Noah?" " I feel like I’m just existing in this marriage, not living actually. I don’t even know why I’m married to him. Why Noah chose me." Emily frowns, setting her cup down. "He hasn’t told you anything? Not even a reason for marrying you?"

“It’s over. It’s dead. It’s paper-thin.” I locked eyes with her. “I don’t love you. I don’t see a future with you. I don’t even see you bearing my children.” Every word came out like a bullet. I wanted it to hit — to slice her where it hurt. She stared at me like she couldn’t breathe. Then her voice cracked. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered. Good. Let the truth suffocate her. “Dad,” I said, still gripping Nelly’s hand, “we’re getting married in church.”

The way that ticked glorious sensations down her spine. “And modest as well. How lucky could I get?” she mocked not knowing what to do when he neither looked away nor reached for her. They were sitting merely inches from each other but were still too far apart for Rachel’s taste. She was feeling hot all over, her skin damp with anticipation. “Lucky thing, aren’t you? To be married to me. And you’d better realized how lucky you are,” he said smugly. “I do,” she answered her eyes glowing with all the love she felt for him.