The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Novel Novels & Stories

"You both have to find the ring. It is believed that winning person dominates in the marriage, so all the best!" Ana cheered for me, making me excited and Pari maa cheered for Daksh, who seemed uninterested. "Let's see who will rule over whom. Ready?" Ana asked us. "Yes" we said. Immediately we both dip our hands in the milk bowl, searching for the ring. We were searching the ring, our hands colliding with each other again and again. He glared at me. I smirked at him. After few minutes of struggle, I found the ring. Before I show it, Daksh held my hand tightly in the middle. He pulled the ring back harshly from my hand, making my fingers hurt in the process. Blood started oozing out my broke

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

The fate that awaited me in that man's house terrified me. The man I just married looked nothing better than the man who had taken over my previous home, trapped me in a dirty cage, and took pleasure in the tears spilling down my face. The man I just married looked nothing better than the man who broke my leg all for the purpose of hurting my heartless father. The man I just married looked nothing better than the one who humiliated me, filmed my humiliation, and left it on the dark web for everyone to see. Death is better than this.

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

They ran up my legs and grabbed my ass roughly. I softly grabbed his face and pushed it up to look at me. "Are you hurt?" His response to my question was a deep laugh. He wasn't laughing because I said something funny. No, this was deeper. His hands quickly left my body, and they grabbed mine. He brought them in front of us, and he twirled the ring on my finger for a minute. "You know when I bought this, I was so excited. It was the first big step in our marriage. While I thought we were moving forward but you seem to move back in fucking time. You don't fucking listen to me, and you went and put yourself in fucking danger again."

In which she hoped will not end but the inevitable may be impossible to pass by. “First of all, genius, we’re not yet married. We don’t have marriage certificates; I also don’t see a ring on my finger. Also, I don’t remember you proposing on one knee.” Crystal complained, her logic was beyond and her wit was exceeding the norm. Although, her words were right. The man has never done those acts before, how dare he claims to be Crystal’s so-called husband when he himself has not slipped a ring on her finger? Even if he did, it’s not like they’ll get anything out of it but more heartaches. Crystal knows and guarantees that fact to be vividly a future event that will occur sooner or later.

“Clarissa…” “No. Let me say it.” Her voice trembles. “I watched you fall apart. I watched you disappear into someone else. And I watched you almost die. I know John isn’t Dante. I know that. But I can’t help thinking… what if? What if everything changes after the ring? What if marriage destroys what we have?” I take her hand. “Not every marriage ends like mine. Some are beautiful. Some are safe. Some make you better, not smaller.” I swallow. “Don’t let Dante destroy something he never even touched.”

"Out." Her lips twitched with the barest hint of amusement. She turned and walked toward the door. I watched her go, the soft sound of her footsteps the only noise in the room until the door clicked shut behind her. The space grew quiet again, almost unnaturally so. For several seconds I remained exactly where I was, staring at the empty doorway. Equal. The word lingered in my mind like smoke. I wasn’t going to hand her anything. Not because she was my wife, not because we shared a bed, and not because she had finally found the courage to challenge me. The Marazona empire did not care about marriage. It did not care about feelings or good intentions. Everything in this family was earned—thro

My dear husband who I went through so much trouble to get was nothing but a figurehead, a pretty face for the public while his son pulled all the strings. Roman. My fingers clenched around the brush handle until my knuckles turned white. The man who had broken my heart, only to turn around and fall in love with my perfect, precious sister Amelia. The thought of them together made bile rise in my throat. They probably laughed about it behind my back – poor, desperate Bertha, so eager to prove herself that she'd married a man old enough to be her father.

The memory of our bond, the warmth of his presence, and the guidance he had provided in times of need flood my thoughts, a bittersweet ache settling in my heart as I long for his comforting presence. I glance down at my finger, the weight of the ring Sean had pushed onto it feeling like a heavy chain binding me to a fate I cannot accept. The glint of the ring catches my eye, a stark reminder of the impending marriage that looms over me like a dark shadow, threatening to snuff out any flicker of hope or happiness that remains within me.