Novel & Cerita The Marriage Cure

The very place that had once felt like a home now loomed over her like a prison. Madison’s words stung like a slap. “Yes, Mrs. Asher, we will live in your mansion as my husband, Mr. Samuel , has signed a deal with your husband, Mr. Asher until they complete their project. We will live here; hope you don’t have any problems!” The hurt in Madison’s eyes was unmistakable, and Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. The hatred simmering just beneath the surface was too much to confront.

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

His eyes, a warm hazel, had this depth of understanding and compassion, but only for her, complemented well by his blonde hair that seemed to sparkle when hit by the sun. They then dove into the details of the contract. Marcus cleared his throat as he began to outline the terms with precision. He discussed the approximate duration of the marriage as well as the conditions for annulment and the protections in place for Natalie. There had to be clear boundaries on paper, mostly to benefit Natalie. Lars did not want her to agree to this and feel suffocated again. “Regarding the duration of the marriage, we propose a period of one year,” Marcus stated, staring at Lars and then at Natalie. This w

Prelude: Jane believes the rules are simple. And awesome since they apply to both of them. Rule one. The marriage is a secret. No one can know about it. Two. The contract goes void as soon as she gets free from her "condition." Thirdly. Three months is the maximum time length. The agreement ends whether she's cured or not. Also, in his own words, "No s€x, love talk or all of that romantic nonsense." It goes without saying that this is not a real marriage. It's a deal. He will help her. In return, she will free him from whatever chains he so believes only her could unshackle.

"If we divorce now, we can at least keep some dignity. In the future, when we meet again, I can still treat you like a brother I grew up with." Something stabbed into Chris's heart. His handsome face darkened instantly. "Adriana, in this lifetime, I will only ever be your husband." This marriage wasn't ordained by fate. It was something he had forced from his grandmother. He had used his disability to play the weak, to pressure her into making that final bequest. It had been a long-planned scheme, one that began at Adriana's eighteenth birthday. Letting go was out of the question. "I only have you left, Adriana."

And then silence returned, heavier than before. I turned my back to him and buried my face in the pillow. Only then did the tears I’d been holding back finally fall. Another night, another silence. I should have just followed my parents’ wishes. I shouldn't have insisted. It shouldn't have ended like this... a marriage without a name. I woke up around four in the morning. I cooked his favorite American breakfast and asked Belen to serve it before I went back to bed. When I opened my eyes again, it was 6:30. He was gone.

My fingers scanned the spines of old, leather-bound books until I found it…the book of curses, bound with a strange red thread. I flipped through the dusty pages, eyes desperate, searching for something I might’ve missed. And then… there it was. “Marriage. A sacred bond. Only through union with the chosen bride under the law of the Lycan shall the cursed chains be broken.” My hand froze on the page. My heart pounded. Marriage? Of all the solutions… it had to be that? I didn’t wait another second. “Selene!” I bellowed, my voice shaking the tower. Within moments, she appeared in the doorway, her head bowed respectfully.

"I’ve done it a couple of times... just not with humans. But I will find a way. I swear I will." He stared at me, calculating, dangerous. "Let’s sign a contract," he said. My brows furrowed. "What contract?" "Our marriage contract," he replied flatly. He opened a folder and pulled out a stack of papers. When did he prepare all of this? "I want you to read every clause carefully before you sign." I skimmed through the pages, my heart nearly stopped. "I’m to cure you in three months while pretending to be your wife?" My eyes widened in shock.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.