Survival Marriage Novels & Stories

"He's dead. He didn't survive the accident. But if he did survive I would kill him so he should die in the accident." She squeezed the hand that was holding her. "He's dead and I survived so don't be mad at him anymore. But I'm sorry because our wedding didn't go through." "There are many more days to come so our marriage can continue, Yassi. The first thing you think about now is to get well, okay?" She nodded and smiled at him. God gave her a second life so that their marriage could continue. There are no more barriers to their love.

"Get over the pain? Aurora, I also lost a child like you, and yes I admit that it was all my fault, and I deserved this treatment against you. I accept all your accusations against me. But what you want now is not. You keep giving me no hope to recover and apologize to you. I am your husband—" "We are married in only just a piece of paper, Damien. Even before we got married we both knew what our roles were for each other. It was only by chance that we reached this point. As I remember— we all started with our business marriage. Everything is planned, everything was planned... and all this is just an agreement because they want us to get married." His jaws tightened at what I said. I can also

"I love you too. Through everything." They kissed, and it felt like a beginning instead of an ending. Like everything they'd survived had been leading to this moment—choosing each other fully, understanding what that choice meant. The contract marriage that had started with lies and convenience had become real through proximity and pressure and choosing to stay when leaving would have been easier. It wasn't the fairy tale romance Mira had once imagined for herself. It was messy and complicated and required constant effort. But it was theirs. Built through crisis, forged through challenge, made strong through survival.

“I know. But we can’t stop yet. Not here.” I pressed my palms to my knees, forcing air into my lungs. “You know, when I agreed to marry you, I thought the worst that could happen was bad headlines. I didn’t think it would turn into a survival movie.” His mouth twitched, almost a smile, but not quite. “You didn’t marry a man, Adrian. You married a war.” “That’s not comforting,” I muttered. He crouched down beside me, his eyes searching mine. “I’m not trying to comfort you. I’m trying to keep you alive.”

"Why did you agree to all of this?" I could sense the truth teetering on the brink of my consciousness, ready to explode. Love wasn't the true reason I was here or why I had consented to this marriage. It was nothing like it at all. Simply put, it was survival. For Mia's future, safety, and the stability she need, I had consented to this. There was no other option, so I swallowed my pride and went down the aisle. However, at some point, I had persuaded myself that there may be more. that I could somehow make this work.

His voice, low and raw, pulled at something deep and dangerous in me. “Don’t,” I said without looking back. “Why?” he asked. “Afraid I’ll ruin another perfect illusion?” “Afraid I’ll believe you again,” I whispered. He stopped behind me, so close I could feel the heat from his body ghosting down my spine. “You said yes to him.” “I did.” “Out of love?” His voice cracked like thunder and silk. “Out of survival,” I said. “The same reason you do anything.” He exhaled a harsh laugh. “You’re marrying a man you don’t love just to spite me.”

Adam Locke made it his mission to control our marital finances. Every time I needed money, he subjected me to an interrogation. All I was allowed was 300 dollars a month, no more, no less. "Asking for money again?" Adam asked, shoving his ledger in my face. "You've already reached your withdrawal limit for this month!" I stared at the ledger. That 300-dollar budget was supposed to cover our children's medical bills, our daily household expenses, and even the money Adam owed restaurants or colleagues whenever he got drunk at one of his "business events." Not a single one of those expenses had been for me. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up from the table, and his tone softened al

He would smile as he announced that everyone would be invited to our wedding in the future. I wasn't the type who would look forward to having a family, but because of him, I had fantasized about the future as well. The future… I turned around to see my future self bustling about in the kitchen. I never knew that the hardships of life could force me, someone who couldn't cook at all, to improve so much that I could actually watch the stove while preparing the ingredients. Andrew and his friends sat on the couch as they discussed the philosophies of marriage. A man said, "I envy you for marrying such an understanding wife."

"If I can get help from others, I also don't have to marry Noah and accept your curses, Mom..." Mrs. Gina was even more surprised, "Marry?" Grace nodded tearfully, "Yes, mom. I'm married to Noah." [Slap!] Mrs. Gina raised her hand and prepared to slap Grace again. The slap did land hard, but not on Grace's cheek but on someone else's. "Noah?!" "Y-you dare come here?!" An angry Mrs. Gina was even more outraged to find Noah there, especially when Noah replaced Grace to receive the slap. The atmosphere in Mrs. Gina's hospital room became even worse when Mrs. Gina, who heard the news of Grace and Noah's quickie wedding, couldn't resist the shock, causing her to have another heart attack.

Luther met Riva’s sincere gaze. “Alam kong our marriage is just contractual, a set-up, and a false act. Pero sa tingin ko, may karapatan ka pa ring malaman ang mga bagay na nangyayari sa loob at labas ng pamamagitan namin ni Gael. We’re not in love, but we’re tied by law…” Ngumiwi si Luther, trying to hide the stab in his chest.