No Affection In Marriage Novels & Stories

It wasn't until Annika left that I felt the hollow she created in my heart. "Feelings? What do you know about affections?" "I recognize a ton more about that word than you do." I took a step towards her. "You married my father for his money, didn't it? You don't even like him, and I know he feels the same, yet you tolerate each other, right?" "Of course." She didn't deny it. It wasn't necessary. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell there was no love there. Outsiders always marveled at their partnership and how they had been together for 35 years, not realizing how strained their relationship was behind closed doors.

But there was something in her inquiry that felt like a challenge—like she was attempting to get under his skin, to get him to recognise something he hadn't allowed himself to consider years ago. "A marriage is a business deal," he said coolly, his voice level. Love has no place in this world. Rosie's eyes danced with something unspoken. Then why bother with it at all? she asked, her tone light but sharp. "Why not just let things be straightforward? If all is about power, why would one complicate matters with affection? Her comments were like a slap, unannounced and hurtful. Adam could not, however, turn his eyes away from her.

Kara shouted as though to an unseen audience, using the pause to raise her voice. “We were going to get married—he promised me this life—but do you think this little fairytale marriage means anything? Aaron still wants me! He says it constantly. This home. This household. Everything.” Marie exhaled sharply. “This isn't love. This is an obsession.” “Oh, don't pretend you're not scared”, Kara yelled. “Because you know in your heart that he doesn't love you as much as he loved me.” Susann looked at the guards sharply. “Move her now I said.”

I had memorized them by now. It was the same cold, calculated list of dos and don’ts. No intimacy, no romance, no expectations. Just a shared space and shared responsibilities. We’d live together, sleep in the same bed, but that was it. No touching. No crossing the line. Just a loveless contract marriage that made it painfully clear how far removed we were from anything resembling real affection. It was ridiculous, honestly. Cliché in the worst way, like something ripped out of one of those dramas where two broken people agree to fake something until they’re whole again. But this wasn’t a drama. This was my life.

Funny how the tides and times can change. "Princess Deva, I must let you know beforehand that this marriage is strictly of convenience. I do not any have affection to give you. I only have respect for you and your position as my concubine to give. I will treat you as I should on the terms of formality." I expected no less than this. You only love yourself and your wife. "I do not expect you to love me, Alpha Aaron. I do not need this. Like you said, this is a marriage of convenience. I expect it to remain that way." I matched his energy.

"No, you're not. You're infatuated. And even if you were genuinely in love, it doesn't matter." "Because your desires never matter to me," my father said dismissively. "It ends now. You're in love with the idea of rebelling against me, and you've chosen the Ashfords as your weapon. But it's a fling, Veronica. Nothing more. They will very soon dump you and move on... and you should look after your life..." "But you have misunderstood them..." "Your marriage can never happen with an Ashford," he said flatly. "Ashford and Whitmore can never get together. Not in any meaningful way. What you're having with those brothers is just a fling, and the sooner you accept that, the less painful this will

"So, you don't believe in marriage?" "Even if I did believe in marriage, my parents relationship has given me many reasons to doubt its existence. It is basically a union of two people coming together for a common goal. What happens when there is no common goal? Wife gets angry. Husband raises his voice and curses the day he met her while the children watches and cry. If there is any little form of love left in my body, it died the day my mother called my uncle to tell him that my brother was dead and never coming back again.”

Julien grunts over the phone call. He cannot stay mad over Monica. Monica was showing him no obvious reason for being interested. Their marriage was a failure. Neither Julien nor Monica took shot to give their relationship the needful attention. They were all so busy acting it out that it was now hard to even know about each other's interests.

He looked a Rose and said. "What wife? Rose, you know better than anyone. we are not married because we are in love. Don't react like we are a real couple. Don't forget We just married for our interests." Aaron slammed the door and left the room. Rose was just looking at the door. She loses her all strength she sits on the floor. Tears continuously fall. "So I was just to fulfill your lust," She muttered to herself.

I was happy that there are no chances that she can love me. She felt disgust and hate for me. That intense detest can never be removed and it worked in my favor as I don't have to go through that feeling of betrayal again. When I don't love her, why'd I marry her? I have to get married to her but I can't give her love and moreover, I have turned this marriage into nothing but a mere display of ravish and repugnance for her. ‘That poor soul doesn't even know a thing. She just thinks that she married me to satisfy my lust as I'm gonna afford her expenses.’