Quirk Marriages Novels & Stories

Quinn looked toward the long queue and said, “Those couples must’ve had much anticipation when they got married. Maybe they weren’t able to maintain their relationship well.” “There could also be other factors, such as diminishing feelings or infidelity. More common are family or in-law conflicts. Marriage has never been just about two people, but two families.” Julian held Quinn’s hand. “Let’s not follow in their footsteps. We shall carve our own path. After getting our marriage license, we’ll support each other no matter what and grow old together.” Quinn nodded happily. They went through the marriage procedure in sequence. When they got their marriage license, Quinn asked the man who had

What logical blueprint could possibly justify the integration of my youth into a marriage alliance with a geriatric patriarch? Compounding the absolute horror of the arrangement... stood the unyielding, dark reality of my clandestine association with Mr. Jefri. How could my internal network even preview the execution of a sanctified marriage covenant with an alternative human being, while the raw vulnerabilities of my flesh were continuously being dominated, claimed, and savored by my own university professor?

"Alright, for your peace of mind, I'll think about it hard and long." That shut her up. Well, Quinn was right. As much as I could, I didn't want Hilary to slip away from my life. So why not tie ourselves up in a marriage as soon as possible? We loved each other, that was for sure. And we were already starting to build a space together. The only things holding us back were our safety and our studies. And of course, our parents. I was certain that Mr. Damien is going to flip if ever Hilary and I get married in secret. But what if we try to actually get married in secret? In a civil union or something? Then we were just going to pretend that we weren't married already once we ask for our parent

“My second uncle’s family was eyeing me covetously. I had no choice but to pretend I was a blind, disabled person who was wheelchair-ridden.” “I never expected you would be willing to marry someone like me.” His voice was even gentler than the night breeze. “The information Quirinus gave you was not wrong, and everything he said was true as well. Our marriage started as a business deal between you and my grandfather.” “And I only learned of that deal on the day of our marriage itself.” “On the first night we spent together as newlyweds, I tried testing you, but you naively swore to me that you would not regret getting married to me.”

Daisy uttered. “Okay, thank you,” I said to Daisy whilst taking the envelope from her. I was seated on the couch and opened the envelope in which the letter was there. And paid heed to the envelope that Mr. Billionaire, my dear spouse had sent for me that stated: Do not forget that this is a ‘Marriage of Convenience.’ These are the conditions on which our marriage is fixed. This clause specifies that each spouse who has entered into the fixed marriage is fair and entered not by force or brunt.

Dominic and Gwen nodded, indicating their agreement to go to the middle-aged man's room. "What's the matter with Grandpa inviting us here?" Dominic asked. "I want to talk seriously with you, especially with Gwen," the man said. "The purpose of marriage is to have descendants. I want Dominic to marry soon to have a Cartwright family heir. So, I hope after marriage, you must get pregnant soon." "Pregnant?" Dominic and Gwen said simultaneously. "Why are you surprised?" the confused grandfather asked. "We agreed to postpone having children because Gwen is still young, and I'm busy with office matters," Dominic explained, searching for the right reasons to reject his grandfather's request.

He took a deep breath and explained, "I never wanted to divorce Clara. In my heart, she has always been my only wife—" "You didn’t want to?" Marcus Calderon, my father’s voice came from the living room, heavy with unquestionable authority. He sat in the main seat, his expression terrifyingly severe. "But Clara did. She has no obligation to suffer for you." Luca’s body trembled slightly. His hands clenched around the gift bags at his sides. He lifted his head, his gaze passing over Mom and me, locking onto Dad in the living room, his eyes full of pleading.

The kiss was rough, leaving a metallic taste of blood on my lips. He lowered his gaze. "Liz, you're the one I love. But when it comes to marriage, we need to take things slowly. At the very least, I have to wait until Lou gets married first. I need to know she's truly happy…" A soft, bitter laugh escaped me as my tears fell onto his fingers. "I can't wait." The first thing I had done after receiving the marriage certificate was share the news with my grandmother. It gave her a second wind—she had been holding on solely to see my wedding.

I asked, they both exchanged the same worried looks. “we know you have issues, with Harris” Jill confessed, I opened my mouth to protest but they only nodded, showing how understanding and sure they were of what they just confessed. “It’s okay Andy, that’s why it’s called marriage, most people have issues at their first year of marriage” Jill added, I was still looking at them, surprised and confused. Should I deny it? No! It’s better to keep it that way!