The Mairage 소설 & 이야기

Maïeil replies to his father, lowering his head. "And what does that mean?" Asks George even more confused. "It means that we signed a prenup to make you think we're married. He just had to pretend in front of everyone that we were husband and wife. In return, he had to have a job with our company, an apartment in his name, as well as his mother was to benefit from his therapy for the blood cancer from which she suffers. George's face fills with disappointment. "How dare you play me like that? Yet Martine warned me, but I trusted you Maïeil. The honeymoon, the kisses in every corner of these walls..."

Deep down, I may have known. "What is it?" I breathed. "Oh my God Raya. I'm so sorry... Cairh just got engaged... and their mating ceremony is in two days." My jaw dropped. Marisse stared at me, her tiny face frozen in an expression of horror. "No.. you're joking." I said, shaking my head. I was breathing too fast, the dress was too tight, my head was too light, I felt like I was unraveling. "It's a joke right? Van!"

"I would expect nothing less than this kind of protection from a wonderful father like the man I married. Give Mairwen my love. I assume she is with you now. We can speak in the morning about battle plans. There is much to discuss, but you have other issues to deal with just now. I love you too, sweet husband. If you have time later this evening, you now know where to find me." Devrim laid down the mirror and focused on the girl who was still holding onto his arm. His face went from a goofy grin at having plans that evening to being quite serious. "You cannot marry a boy you just met, even if he saved you from a bloodthirsty assassin. You do not owe him anything." "I did not say I wanted to

he cursed in excitement but she interrupted him desperately, "Stop...! we aren't married yet...!!" he confusingly pulled himself apart, "Married...!! I claimed you... you are mine....!!" he concluded but then thought for a while, Myra was a human girl, after all, she would definitely demand a wedding, Matthew thought it through, he had many things to deal with before that, "Ok... anything for you, let's have an official wedding soon...!" he decided, Myra wasn't even looking at him straight,

"As long as you nod, I can do it anytime." For the sake of his wife, marrying into a family was not a problem! Maia was stunned for a few seconds and immediately replied, "You might be disappointed. I currently have no intention of marrying." "If you want to get married, I can do that anytime." Maia was speechless. She had long known how shameless Cedric was, he was practically invincible. Why bother arguing with him? She smiled at Cedric. This smile was like a rose about to bloom, tempting someone to pluck it, but the rose had thorns.

"Here in Florivera, we have a tradition. On her formal entry into the house, a new bride is always carried through the front door by her husband. It's a symbol to ward off any future ill-treatment." Such traditions also echoed back in Abigail's hometown of North Florivera. For instance, on her wedding day, the bride would elevate herself; the higher, the better, signifying her high status in her new family. However, Abigail, living in a modern age, found little belief in these old customs. She saw marriage as a pact of mutual respect and support, a partnership of equals. But, considering Margaret's convictions and her best intentions, Abigail chose to humor her.

As I turned to leave, his small voice stopped me. "Marabelle?" "Yes?" “What is Maison to me and the rest of his family?” Matthias asked, but I could see how unsure I was about how things worked without having been around family before and seeing family members find their mates or, in the human world, marry and move out together. I smiled at the innocent question. "Maison is my mate," I explained, sitting on the edge of his bed. "That makes him your brother-in-law. And his family—Alpha Logan, Luna Mara, Jackson, Lily—they're your extended family now. Like in-laws in human terms."

He looked up. “If something happens—” “It won’t.” “You must marry.” The word felt absurd in the sterile air. “This again?” Adrian muttered. “I want to see continuity,” Mr Giovanni insisted. “A family. A child.” Adrian stepped back slightly. “This is not the time.” “It is exactly the time,” Mr Giovanni replied. “Life does not wait for convenience.”