Survival Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

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!

“You’re going to marry someone else.” The words hit me harder than the rejection. I let out a broken laugh. “Marry? After this? Do you want to kill me?” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t be dramatic. This isn’t about love. It’s about survival. Ours.” “I won’t,” I snapped, anger rising through the cracks of my grief. “You can’t just throw me into another marriage like I’m—like I’m property!” “You think you still have a choice?” His voice dropped, sharp as glass. “The bank is on our backs, the investors are circling like vultures. Our only chance is with him.”

Aren't we all happy in our lives? Madhu caressed Adi's hair and said : Yes dear your dad is right. Arranged marriages have its own fun. It's a beautiful journey where you meet a total stranger and then slowly and eventually that stranger becomes the reason of your existence. In our time, we were not allowed to even meet each other before marriage but now you people are given a chance to see each other, meet and know each other. Adi : But mom still.... Akshara and Paridhi who came few minutes ago heard their conversation and took a seat besides Madhu.

They had been indulging in intimacy almost every night during their honeymoon. 'With that old hag dead and Audrey getting kicked out, I can secure my position as Mrs. Jones as long as I can pregnant with Hunter's child,' Sarah mused. She seductively pulled down her bra strap and hooked her arm around Hunter's neck, just like how she did before. Sadly, Hunter had lost interest in this activity. He pushed Sarah off him, got up, loosened his collar, walked to the window, and called Audrey. Alas, only the automated message's voice sounded on the other end of the phone. He was suddenly struck with the urge to see Audrey immediately.

“But this one benefits both of us.” I didn’t touch it. I crossed my arms. “What now? You want me to sign away my right to breathe too loudly near you?” He chuckled again—twice in one night, and he shook his head. “Not quite. This one’s about survival. Yours and mine.” I raised a brow. “I'm listening.” “The shareholders don’t buy this marriage. Neither does the media. Which means my inheritance is still hanging by a thread.” He tapped the folder lightly. “Unless we convince them. Together.”

The words inside were cold and clinical: No physical demands. No heirs required. Protection guaranteed. Until the debt is paid off or both parties agree to end the marriage, it is binding. There was nothing romantic about it. No promises of love or partnership. Just survival, stripped bare. “You don’t even want a real marriage,” I said. “I don’t want anything that puts you in danger,” he replied. “This keeps you alive.” “By trapping me,” I snapped. Ruin’s jaw tightened. “By shielding you.”

“Don’t you think you are losing this marriage?” I raised a mocking brow and queried , “How do you mean? Is it because my husband is in a coma? I know you all think I am a loser, but I want to remind you that in the game of true love there is no loser. Brian will survive the coma.” He interrupted me, “I have not seen anyone that was in a coma and survived it. Is it my uncle, my cousin? They all died a long time ago.” “That is their fate,” I replied almost in fury, “Brian is meant to survive. He is a survivor. He survived the insanity that befell him, the same way he would survive the coma. He is Brian and not your uncle or your cousin.”

"But I'm doing it anyway because the alternative letting them hurt our children, letting this conspiracy continue, living in fear that's worse than guilt. I can live with being a murderer if it means Michael, Sophia, and Elena are safe." "That's not the woman I married." "Yes, it is. You just didn't know it yet." I turned to face him. "The woman you married survived five years of poisoning, false imprisonment, medical rape, and a conspiracy designed to destroy her. You think that woman isn't capable of ordering deaths to protect her children? You married a survivor, Von. Survivors do terrible things when cornered." He pulled me close. "I love you. Even when you terrify me."

“No, it isn't.” “So what will you call marrying Theo to save me?” “Survival,” I answered immediately. The word sounded colder than I intended, but it was the truth. Everything had changed after Liam disappeared. Nothing felt safe anymore. Not the house. Not the people. Not even the memories I used to hold onto. I was learning quickly that survival sometimes meant making terrible choices before worse choices were forced on you. “I’m not actually going to marry Theo,” I said finally. “Then why did you agree?”

But he's trying to protect you. ‘By forcing me to marry him?’ ‘By keeping you alive,’ She sighs. ‘Look, I'm not saying it's right. But in our world, this is how things work. Marriage is protection. It's power. It's survival.’ I swallow hard. ‘I don't want to be part of your world.’ ‘You already are.’ Her voice softens. ‘The second those men saw your face, you became part of it. Dante's just making sure you survive it. And I'll be here too if you ever need me.’