The Mairage Novels & Stories

Isabella sighed, not quite understanding. "And both fortunes are intact..." Margaret added. "Wait... Just three months of marriage?" Aiden asked, perplexed. "This is a very old agreement, Aiden. It was not made to really unite families, but to recover the money and power lost at the time. Once the families had recovered, there would be an equitable division of property, and if the bride and groom wanted, each could go on with their separate lives. Margaret explained in summary. "We must use this clause to our advantage...

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!"

“That’s true. However, you have no other choice. Come over to the Fox family grounds and get ready to be married to Nigel. If you follow my instructions, I promise that I won’t harm Cedric, or else I’ll cut off his head and give it to you as a wedding gift.” Maia gritted her teeth as she burned with rage. Lauren thought that she had no other choice. However, no one knew that Maia had that precious locket. She was sure that it could change the outcome of this! “Lauren, make sure you prepare a grand wedding banquet. My mother would be furious if you gave her daughter a poor wedding banquet. She might even come look for you in the middle of the night.” Maia threatened. “Maia, you’re a ruthless

"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.

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.”

I explained, and she frowned. "Where is your mate?" she asked. "At home. We did not let her come here," I replied, and she nodded. "You three live together?" she asked, and I nodded. "I thought Reinfield was Married to Mackenzie?" she asked, and Marcus stepped in immediately. "We do not recognise weddings in our society. Once we claim our mate she ours. The marriage was for documentation purposes, but she is both ours." he said quickly, and she nodded. "Mackenzie must be living every woman's fantasy, right now," she said and looked at me, "Pardon me Alpha Mathlaw, it is none of my business," she said, and I did not give her an answer.

I strongly asked for our will. "I can give it to you anytime, Aurora. But— what you want is not one of the options. That's not what your father and I agreed on. We have a different agreement." I stared at it intently. "Yeah, of course, because what you want is for your children and me to marry each other." "Exactly," "And it's against my will, maybe your son is also against what you want to happen, sir." He nods. "Yes. But he has no choice. Because if he doesn't agree. He will not have one of all our property."

That was what finally gave Aren his grandfather's recognition. Lan Jing decided to acknowledge Aren and give him the Lan Wang Corporation's shares that were supposed to belong to his mother. However, he put one condition: he needs to get married. Certainly, the old man wanted Aren to marry one of the girls he suggested, but Aren kept refusing. Eventually, Lan Jing allowed Aren to make his own choice as long as he would marry before his 80th birthday, and that gave Aren only two months to find a proper bride. No wonder he chose a marriage contract instead of building an emotional relationship...

David commented sarcastically, I glimpsed the small smile on Harris’s face as he glanced at us. “I can’t believe I’m marrying in this place!!” Tress said excitedly, “I know!! you’re so lucky!!” I added. Suddenly I saw how Harris looked annoyed about it, “you were lucky too, you know, our wedding was made on a beach house, a huge and a fancy beach house” Harris said smugly, “yeah, but this is so romantic, this is Greece” I said, still not looking at him. “well, if you want, we can always have a second wedding” Harris said, I blushed, feeling the car heating up suddenly. I gulped, not saying anything back. He only smirked then looked away. I started to see charming white-washed buildings with