Once Married Novels & Stories

"Dad, I have no plans to get married at the moment." Old Mr. Harrison's displeasure was palpable, his gaze bearing down on Burgess with a hint of disappointment, yet Burgess remained steadfast in his indifference. Zoey's attempt to salvage the situation with a forced smile only served to accentuate the awkwardness of the moment. "Uncle, truthfully, I'm in the same boat as Burgess. Marriage isn't on my radar right now. I still want to enjoy a few more years of freedom as a single woman."

“Safe.” That word. It never stopped melting Alaric’s heart. A beat passed before Alaric propped himself on his elbow and grinned. “I want to take you somewhere.” Kael raised a brow. “Where?” “To see Casian’s baby.” Kael blinked. “Oh.” Alaric leaned down to nuzzle his cheek. “And his wife.” Kael paused. “He’s really married?” “You doubt it?” “I mean… It's just weird. Everyone talks about the ‘unmated prince’ so often that I forgot the other prince is the married one.”

Annie snaps her finger around her head. "It's not a matter of God forbid. This is something you can prevent by simply staying single until you're ready in every aspect.” “There's condom.” I cringe just as Amanda shoots her a look. "But wait o...” Annie says with a thoughtful look. “What of people that date without the goal of getting married but end up getting married?" Amanda doesn't get the chance to answer her question as Diamond comes out of her room dragging her feet, a lit cigarette stick between her lips, the smell causing us to all clear our throats.

"Arsenio is out there, proposing to Angelica, and he's going to get married," "People eventually do get married, Reena," He chuckled beside her, wrapped up in his jacket to save himself from the cold. "Not all people," She rebuffed his statement. "Uncle Vincent didn't get married after Aunt Alyna," "What's that story about?" Paolo leaned onto his elbows looking down at her as she shrugged. "Your dad's best friend married his sister and ended up divorced and no one talks about it, they treat it like its taboo,"

This infuriated Rosaline even more. "Speak!" "I-I was going to tell you, mom, but I…" "Did you break up with her already?" Rosalina pressed. "Yes." "When?" "Five days ago, I think." Rosalina digested this information, her mind working with a plan. "From now on, you have not broken up with her. You are both still together." "What? I don't understand. What are you saying, Mother?" "You have not broken up with Amanda, you never did. If anyone asks you, the story is that you were still dating Amanda, and your uncle married your fiancée."

She was way too happy for the upcoming wedding between Evan and me. “I said he acted like a villain in a romance novel,” I corrected with a playful smirk. “There's a difference.” Maria held up a sleek off-shoulder gown against my body and narrowed her eyes, assessing. “Hmm. And now you’re about to marry the villain. Plot twist.” I raised a brow. “Are you calling my life a N*****x series now?” “Oh honey, we’re in season three at least,” she teased, placing the gown aside and grabbing a new one. “The divorced heiress, the mysterious adoption, the family secret, and now...the bridal arc. We’re just missing a secret baby or a twin sister.”

“None of my business? Hah. Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be marrying me. If you’re going to be my wife, you’ll do as I say.” His tone was commanding. I rolled my eyes. “Who said I was marrying you?” His expression twisted into a mocking smile. “You did. You’re the one who said you’d never marry anyone else. “And besides, there are only two unmarried men in the Fido family, me and Harvey. Harvey’s already engaged. So if not me, who?” “Who said you and Harvey are the only options?” Callum frowned. “You’re not talking about Uncle Jaxon, are you?”

And for the first time since the wedding, Aria allowed herself to believe him. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a game after all. Maybe she hadn’t married a monster. Maybe she had married a man—one who was learning how to love again. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

... My boss gasped, "You're quitting?" His surprise was reasonable since I had just led the team to nail a big project. A promotion and raise were on the horizon. "Yeah, I am," I replied calmly. "Well then, I respect your choice. Is it marriage?" he said. I shook my head and walked out. There was no marriage, just an empty promise that kept me waiting infinitely. Yesterday, I stumbled across Desmond Maynard's stash of love letters. Each one was carefully preserved in a box with moisture-proof packets.

They gave him two choices: Prison or marriage. In the end, under his parents' tearful pleas, John compromised and married Samantha. But he would never forget that it was because of her that he had lost the love of his life. There was no wedding, only a certificate. She hounded him endlessly for more, and he responded with fists. But she was no pushover. If he tormented her at home, she humiliated him in public, flaunting her affairs. Together, the two of them tore through the wealthy circles like a pair of lunatics, becoming the laughingstock of the city.