The Marriage Bed Novels & Stories

"This bed is so huge. I love it. I'd die for a bed like this." I slid underneath the covers with her. "Well, that side is yours—," "You know what I mean," she whispered. "None of this is technically mine. This is your penthouse, and your things—," I rolled over, and on top of her, trapping her between my elbows as I searched her face with my gaze. "Blaire. This is your house. As soon as you're marked, we're mated, we're ... married in human terms. Don't married people live together?"

“Because you’re my wife. And husband and wife normally share a room.” Izora gaped at him, her face flushed with outrage. “What century are you living in? Most married couples don’t even sleep in the same house, let alone the same bed!” He gave a slight, sardonic smile. “My mother is… difficult. I don’t want her asking questions. If she finds out how we got married, she’ll freak out.” “Of course she will!” Izora blurted, too shocked to filter herself. “Who wouldn’t freak out?”

Utmost pride filled me knowing over 60% of these buildings are owned by Caruso holdings, or, rather me. Who would’ve thought marrying someone could stir up so much trouble? It’s not like we’re going to have kids or produce an heir or something. I doubt if we would even be doing the act. One of the terms in the contract stated we wouldn’t have to satisfy each other sexually as is expected of a married couple. But, I certainly wouldn’t mind… No, what am I thinking? I shake my head and reach for my glass, I pour some whiskey in it and down it all at once.

Annoyed at how messy it looked, she muttered, "I'm not hungry." Elijah frowned, clearly displeased by her response. "Do you know the essence of marriage?" he asked. Marcia shook her head. "You've said it yourself—marriage is pointless. If someone's going to cheat, they'll cheat regardless!" Elijah was speechless for a moment. He flicked her forehead lightly and said, "Is that what you took away from my words last night?" Sliding his arm around her shoulders, he added with a subtle tone, "The essence of marriage is three meals a day and sharing a bed at night. Four things, no more, no less."

“ 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?” My blood ran cold as I gripped the door knob for strength. My legs were failing. “ I-I don't understand…” She rolled her eyes, tapping my chest after each word, the force making me stagger back. “ You. Have. Nothing.”

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

"We're not going to share the same bed." "We are going to share the same bed, Honey. Whether you like it or not. There's no other bed here." "Well, at least you can sleep on the couch." I said. He then got up from the bed and stared at me. "We're married, Eva. And we're going to get married very soon again. What's the problem about sharing the same bed?" "We can't share the same bed until we get married again." "We can." "No, we can't."

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

"Early. I couldn't sleep." I rolled onto my back and blinked at the ceiling. "So you decided I shouldn't sleep either?" "Exactly. Marriage is about sharing everything." I laughed, soft and sleepy. "I don't think that's what the vows say." "I'm adding it. 'In sickness and in health, and also I will wake you up when I'm bored.'" "That's very romantic." "I thought so."

**LIA** When we arrived at the hotel, we approached the receptionist to explain that we had a reservation for the VIP honeymoon suite. Upon entering the hotel room, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence. It was the VIP honeymoon suite, after all, and the size was breathtaking. The room was like my entire apartment condensed into one space, and I was immediately drawn to explore every corner. The room featured a spacious sitting area with a large TV mounted on the wall. Behind the couch, there was another room, separated by glass sliding doors. The bed was enormous, and I was further impressed when I ventured into the bathroom. It was so vast that you could practically sleep in it.