Survival Marriage Novels & Stories

The system fell silent for a moment before a sudden chime echoed in my mind. [Plot anomaly detected… Recalculating…] A bad feeling crept over me. "What are you trying to do now?" I asked. [New quest issued: The host is required to maintain both their marriage and relationship with Rafael and Xavier until the plot has been automatically repaired.] [Reward: Homeward progress +10%] I sprang up from the bed. "Are you crazy? I can't even dump either of them, and now you're telling me to maintain both relationships?"

"We have another battle on our hands." I don’t ask for details. I don’t need to. The weight of his words is enough. As he leaves, I feel the association we recently produced getting endlessly, as though it was never there in the first place. I attempt to inhale through the frenzy ascending in my chest; however, the more I consider it, the more the truth hits me. This marriage isn't just about affection — it's about survival. Also, I'm worried about the possibility that no matter how much we open up to each other, we might not survive what’s coming next.

That's why i have been ignoring this Marrige topic since last 2 years. But yesterday, My sister Ravi asked me when will i settle down?? Well she's a doctor and living with her husband Prithvi who's also a doctor. I was reluctant to get her married to him as he was her senior and also i don't wanted to her to get marry to anyone. Alas, that idiot husband of her took her away from me.

Well-established, handsome, and wealthy is the outline of that man. "Remember, I won't let you go. Keep suffering," Melvin said as he threw Danas on the floor. "Marrying me is not the end of your suffering but the beginning of your suffering. It's worth it for what you've done." "What am I doing? Why do you hate me that much?" "Don't pretend not to know," snapped Melvin. "I really don't know what you're talking about. What wrong have I done, that you want my life to be so miserable, huh! You made my father's company go bankrupt, and you forced me to marry you, why don't you just kill me."

He closed the distance between them slowly, stopping behind her, voice low and raw. “I am not using you.” She laughed bitterly. “Really? Then what do you call signing me into a marriage you knew was a shield? What do you call the fact that every time something goes wrong, I’m dragged into it? What do you call, ” “I call it survival,” he growled. Savannah turned sharply to face him. “Survival? That’s all I am to you?” He stepped so close she had to tilt her head to keep eye contact. “You are not just survival. You are the only part of this entire mess that feels real.”

"We've done the individual work. We've looked at the blueprints of your personal histories. Today, we look at the structure you built together." She looked from Liam to Aurora. "You've survived a lot in the last few months," she said. "A kidnapping attempt. A high-risk birth. A smear campaign. Postpartum depression. A cardiac event. Most marriages don't survive one of those. You survived five." "We're still here," Liam said. He reached for Aurora’s hand. She let him take it, but her fingers were limp. "You are," Dr. Chen agreed. "But survival isn't the same as intimacy. Survival is just... not dying."

"Ice rink. Photos. Speech. Everything perfect. Instead we got threats. Police. Press conference." "Sounds about right for us. Nothing is ever simple." We sat there. Exhausted. Traumatized. But together. Emma looked at me. "Propose anyway." "What?" "You wanted to propose. So propose. I do not care about perfect anymore. I care about us. About real. About now." "Em, we just survived press conference. You are crying. This is not the moment." "This is exactly the moment. Because we survived. Together. That is what marriage is. Surviving hard things. Together."

He handed it to me and flopped onto the couch like he had no care in the world. I opened the envelope and scanned the front page. MARRIAGE CONTRACT. I looked up at him, stunned. “Are you serious?” His face was unreadable. “In there are the terms. My expectations. The dos and don’ts. Rules of this marriage.” The words stung more than I thought they would. “This was supposed to be simple,” I whispered. “Fake, yeah, but simple.” Jason’s eyes met mine. “It is simple. Just business, Nelly. That’s all.”

Damian held her tight, his voice full of concern as he comforted her, "It's fine. Wearing a dead person's clothes is such a jinx. Why would you even want to touch it?" He turned his glare back to me. "Evelyn, have you lost your mind? Look at the state you're in. How are you supposed to walk down the aisle tomorrow? "Honestly, I think it's best if Camille takes your place and goes through the ceremony for you. We'll still get our marriage certificate, but we'll give her the wedding to make up for what you've done." I forced myself to stand, finding the situation laughable. "Damian, when you called me last month to announce that we were getting married, I'm pretty sure I made myself very clear

ATHENA'S pov Was I really cursed as she had stated ?. Was I really not meant to be around people with love ?. It did make sense since I was never with a family more than six months . Either returning me back or being murdered . Rosie and mark were the only ones that showed me love but they were killed in cold blood . I could feel another wave of tears coming up . How was I to survive the streets ,?I was only eleven years old. *Now is not the time to cry girl, find shelter before dark*