Survival Marriage Novels & Stories

"Stay out of matters regarding Lillian from now on." His words cut through me like ice. I raised an eyebrow. "Fine by me." He didn't notice the small smile that crept onto my lips. The Brookes were the wealthiest family in Sylverwood, worth billions, while my family, the Reeds, though not rich, had enough standing to be considered respectable. Marrying him was a match made in heaven, a union of equals. If it came down to it, should he choose to divorce me, I would cause a ruckus that would shake the city. That would make any future resolution even more difficult.

“Not without getting crushed under it.” Her breathing slowed. “But,” I added, “you can loosen the tracks.” Something shifted in her eyes. “You mean…” “We let the wedding happen. We have no choice.” Her jaw tightened. “And then?” “And then,” I said quietly, stepping closer, lowering my voice a bit, “we make sure the marriage doesn’t survive.” Ashley went very still. “It’s not going to be easy. He really loves her.” “There are certain things love do not survive, dear.”

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

Although, it's totally normal for her to want to throw pests and snakes at that despicable man. "I know it worries you, my love. But, it works for both of us, doesn't it?" She looks at me with recognition and compassion at the same time. Our marriage was not for love, it was an agreement so that Melek would have a safe place to grow up in. But over time that agreement turned into love, into passion, into a real marriage. Today, I love my wife with all my being, and she loves me just as much. Our marriage was a success, may our daughter's be the same, we cannot lose hope that our little girl will be happy.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to end. “Chloe,” his voice softened in a way that made her stomach twist. “Stand up and let’s get married.” It wasn’t the best solution to her problems, but it was the only one left. Bravely, Chloe took his hand and stood up. She paused long enough to feel the weight of her decision. "I'll marry you." And thereafter, the only sound she could hear was Josephine’s relentless sobbing.

I couldn’t forget how much of himself he had to kill to protect me. “I’m scared,” I whispered. “Not of him. Just… of what we’ll become after this.” Alyssa squeezed my hand. “Love doesn’t survive because it’s easy. It survives because you choose it. Every damn day.” I nodded, even as a part of me remained uncertain. Ray and I hadn’t just survived an ambush—we’d survived each other. The secrets. The scars. The things we hadn’t said. But love was messy. And maybe, just maybe, that was the point.

“I guess that makes two of us. I actually made a reservation for a dinner date tomorrow.” "I didn't mean to call up painful memories." I shook my head at him. "That's not what I meant." "Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company."

she said, in her high-pitched voice. "Gene, slow down. He might hear us." he said. "Ohh, I sorry." she whispered, laughing. They have a reason for building their children. One main reason is that they want their children to marry a better person. They don't want them to marry someone that might destroy their marriage. As an heir/heiress, they need to meet whom they are marrying. They know they'll learn to love each other. It's not that hard to learn what to learn, and to learn to love someone who's always with you by your side at all times.

"I do, but liking someone isn't the same as wanting them to become your wife. If your heart isn't in it, it isn't fair to either of you." "You're really the one giving me romance advice? Last I checked, your love story started with a surrogacy contract.” She groaned. "You never miss a chance to bring that up." I smiled and we sat down together. "What I mean is that your dad and I found our way in the end. But it wasn't easy. People fought us every step of the way. Your dad bent rules to keep us together, and even now some of the elders still look at me like I don't belong here. The only reason we survived all of it was because we were fated mates. Without that, I don't know if we'd have made

“What does surviving together mean to you now, as you prepare for marriage?” Bella answered first, her voice filled with quiet wonder. “It means choosing each other every day, even when it’s hard. It means carrying the scars mine from the C-section, the emotional ones we both have and still finding beauty in them. Avery will always be part of our story, a white rose on our wedding day. Amie’s health challenges taught us vigilance and gratitude. We survived the unthinkable, and now we get to build something beautiful from it.”