The Marriage Bed Novels & Stories

Mark grinned. "You always notice that your darling is handsome." He wrapped his arms around her and snaked his arms around her. The bed that they broke has no legs anymore. He removed the legs of the bed so it wouldn't matter to them. Allison scoops his face and then caress his growing beards. "Alli, let's get married, as soon as possible.”

Natalie’s heart was somewhat still heavy as they walked back into the mansion—the thoughts she had buried beneath were gnawing their way out. Natalie lay in the soft, massive bed in the suite Lars had given her, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. It was 11:30 in the evening, and the room was dimly lit by the moonlight. The room itself was as large as an average family house that could contain two more bedrooms, filled with pristine, detailed, and artistic decor. Every piece of furniture and every embellishment seemed carefully chosen for their elegance and class. The very cushions she was lying on, the comforter, and the blankets her hands were fondling felt so smooth and cold—the kind

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

he shouted in frustration. "Hunter, have you forgotten that our marriage certificate is fake? So I'm single in the eyes of the law," I replied tartly. "Besides, we have nothing to do with each other. So, who I interact with is none of your business." Lucas couldn't understand us since we were talking in our native language. Nonetheless, he was very good at reading the situation. Thus, he stood at the doorway, blocking the path like a wall. "I don't care who you are, but stop bothering my girlfriend!"

But I was thinking about what my husband would say if he found out I had left the penthouse wearing a two-piece bikini. I knew there were CCTVs scattered all over the island, but my husband had no interest in watching it. He prefers to watch a live show. A making-out show, to be exact. The memory of my husband sitting in front of me while several men ganging up on me, made me close my eyes. No! I am not going there! It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening, and it was getting dark everywhere. However, I still see some couples having sexual intercourse in the recliner seat or on the sand. There were also couples f*cking on a bench along the pathway to the penthouse where I am staying.

"Hmm." "Although I browsed it, and I saw that contracts are meant to expire. Is marriage contracts any different?" Leo blinked in thought. "Um, I think my and mommy's cases are different." Aria nodded. "OK, but what if it has an expiry date, does it mean you, and mom is not married?" Leo frowned, absorbed in thought at the statement. He has never thought about that. Never. He rubbed his hand on her back. "Stop thinking too much, princess. That's not something you should be thinking about."

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

Once inside, he strolled towards a large four post bed and I realized we were in a bedroom. When we got to bed, he slowly let me down and then pulled the blankets back, covering me with a soft duvet. I watched him as he left the room, then heard a female's voice. "Please baby, one more time." I heard her cry. " I told you no! I'm getting married." I heard a glass smash." How can you marry her? You don't love her." I heard her yell. " Keep your voice down. You'll wake her." He said and I heard someone leave the room angrily and saw the light shine in from the hallway as he entered the room.