Ride Or Die Couples Novels & Stories

“This tragedy raises questions, both about the accident and the circumstances surrounding why Marshall and Rachel Williams were together that night. But what remains certain is this: the business world has lost one of its most formidable figures, and a family has lost a wife, a daughter, or a sister. The rivalry between Carewell and CloudTech now enters uncharted territory, shadowed by grief and speculation.” The screen filled with their photos—Dave, smiling in a crisp suit, and Rachel, her beauty captured in a frozen frame of life. Below, the headline scrolled in bold letters: “Carewell CEO Dave Marshall Dies in Fatal Crash—Alongside Rachel Williams, Wife of Rival Nathan Williams.”

"I can't stand the thought of you with another woman, Leon. Please, just give me one more chance, okay?" Her words tumbled out. "If you're set on a marriage alliance, doesn't it make no difference who it is? So why can't it be me? We know each other. We loved each other. Isn't that better?" "And…" she paused. "I'll sell all my shares in Young Group. I'll use every penny to support your position at Zucker Group. I'm begging you. Please, don't marry someone else." I sneered, unmoved. "Young Group's on its last legs, isn't it? What are your shares worth now? Save your breath."

“What did you say to him? Everything between you and me is just a publicity strategy. You don’t seriously think I bought you those custom-made luxury pieces because I liked you, do you?” Debbie looked like a beast at the verge of breaking free. Ken cut the livestream immediately. George looked hurt and snapped, “Debbie, what’s that supposed to mean? All this time, you were only with me for marketing hype?” She answered coldly, “What else? My husband was always going to be Charles.” She ignored George’s furious shouts, frantically grabbed her phone, and repeatedly dialed my number. But no matter how many times she called, nobody answered.

They made themselves untouchable. The media pivoted instantly: "The Power Couple of the Decade." "True Love or Strategic Alliance? Who Cares — They’re Unstoppable." Vance’s smear campaign buckled under the weight of their narrative, but it wasn’t over yet, because Alaric Vance wasn’t done and neither were the ghosts he was about to unleash. Somewhere in a decaying warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Vance watched the footage of Celeste and Damien’s engagement announcement. His smile was a slow, poisonous thing.

Yet, she told me to get out of the company. The "best friend" of hers was a gambling addict, a serial cheater. She'd already been divorced twice. How could I possibly marry someone like that? For the business marriage with the Johnson family, I planned to step down from the company after the wedding and hand everything over to Jessica. All the resources the Johnson family brought would be hers. I even told myself that if Amelia didn't love me, I could still endure a loveless marriage for Jessica's sake. But in the end, the sister I wanted to protect had wished me dead all along.

Two men who had shaped her life in profoundly different ways, both now depending on her decision. "No," she said firmly. "Justice doesn't come with an undo button. We finish this." Diego smiled, pride evident in his eyes despite his pain. "That's my wife." The endearment, casual but sincere, warmed Sarah unexpectedly. Whatever had started as an accidental marriage in Vegas had evolved into something neither of them had anticipated—a partnership forged in danger, strengthened by shared purpose. As they approached the safe house where they would make their stand, Sarah realized that for better or worse, her fate was now irreversibly tied to the Castillo family.

The big day had arrived, and everybody and everywhere was filled with anticipation. It was a day unlike any other, a day for two couples, two brides and two grooms, to unite in love. It was a day Isla and Adrian, Victor and Elizabeth is getting married, they would all share the same moment, walking down the aisle together in a celebration of love, commitment, and second chances.

I realized something profound. Marissa and I had started as strangers, forced together by conspiracy and false accusations. We'd married for strategy, for protection, for survival. But somewhere in the chaos and violence and shared trauma, we'd become something more. Partners. Allies. Maybe even something like love, forged in fire and blood. And now we were walking into what might be our deaths, hand in hand, facing the woman who'd orchestrated our destruction. If we died tonight, at least we'd die fighting. Together.

◇NO POV◇ One side all couples are happy with their love now even sarah dream got true she got her prince charming everyone is in their dreamland of happiness with their soulmate but they don't know what destiny is planning for them karthik and viranica became the most lovable couple who cant live without eachother even for a second......... about mehak and rithik mehak is everything to rithik he can even die for her but no one knows the string of bond between both of them which connected them by the name of love

The story was called Where the Red Fern Grows. I have heard similar stories about elderly couples, people who have seen the milestones of their lives come and go: wedding anniversaries and their children have children of their own ... And when one spouse finally died, the other lost the will to live and soon they go themselves. Seeing my near-death has the same effect on Travis, a man who is not yet my husband ... "I know because I feel the same for you, but also because of that, and then Diego left? Didn't you see that he needed you too? But instead, for almost 3 years I barely saw you, it's as if he had lost you too."