The Marriage Effect Novels & Stories

He found his father in the study, predictably, going over territory reports with the same unhurried focus he brought to everything, and Kade closed the door behind him with more force than strictly necessary. "It didn't work." Marcus didn't look up right away. "What didn't work." "The marriage. Whatever you thought it was going to fix." Kade heard his own voice come out rougher than he'd intended, three weeks of held-together composure finally cracking at the edges. "You told me I'd stop noticing the shape of what's missing. I haven't stopped. If anything I notice it more now, married to a woman who isn't her, sleeping in rooms that don't smell like her, going through an entire ceremony that

He wrapped an arm around my waist, subtly pulling me out of Owen's reach. Owen's lips trembled. "Uncle Mark, how could you steal my woman? You know perfectly well she is—" Mark let out a mocking smile. "She is what? We've signed the papers already. That makes us husband and wife now. "You're still just as foolish as you were years ago. If you keep hesitating, you'll always miss your chance. Don't you understand that?" Seeing me walk away arm in arm with Mark, Owen stumbled forward and grabbed my wrist. "Elizabeth, are you stupid? You know damn well he's only using you!"

"That is correct. But there are additional stipulations that were buried in the trust documents." I looked up at her. "What stipulations?" "First, the marriage must be legally binding and recognized in the state of New York. Second, the transfer of shares happens automatically upon marriage. You cannot prevent it even if you want to. Third, if you attempt to divorce within the first five years the shares remain with your husband." I stared at her and felt something cold settle in my stomach. "So if I get married my shares are gone and I cannot get them back even if the marriage ends?"

Daisy uttered. “Okay, thank you,” I said to Daisy whilst taking the envelope from her. I was seated on the couch and opened the envelope in which the letter was there. And paid heed to the envelope that Mr. Billionaire, my dear spouse had sent for me that stated: Do not forget that this is a ‘Marriage of Convenience.’ These are the conditions on which our marriage is fixed. This clause specifies that each spouse who has entered into the fixed marriage is fair and entered not by force or brunt.

'' As our pact says one's wife other two's sister so I want them to have part in my marriage as my wife's brothers as well. Dad nodded and said ''That girl don't have parents only grandparents. Also her grandpa's old sickness again worked up today morning so her uncle will accompany her for marriage so he agreed that every rituals can be done by Veer and Saurya.'' I found it weird but I don't want to doubt my family's choice so I just nodded. Whole afternoon went in blink with wedding presentations.

He snapped, anger lacing underneath his tone. To be honest, since a while ago, our interactions have set me on edge. It was wrong to feel that way thus I always pushed the feeling away. Utilizing my rationality made the emotion easier to defeat. This feeling...doesn't translate to I like him. I am just...affected. "You're getting married soon enough. Do you want to torture me by allowing me to watch your wedding scenes unfold? I may have no feelings towards you but the mate bond affects me physically. Out of all the people you would know it would still affect me!"

My love for him was still as immense as it had always been. People say that everything changes after marriage. They say that attraction wears off, people’s bad sides show up and they don’t care much about each other. This words have been proclaimed so much that many have given up on marriage. According to many it’s a prison. If marriage was a prison, I was extremely happy to be locked up with the most amazing man in the world. Our marriage wasn’t all roses but is there anything with a bit of a negative side. If there is, I don’t know what it is.

Then one day, while scrolling mindlessly through social media, something caught her eye—a high-profile influencer getting married, but not to the man everyone expected. The caption read: "Sometimes, love isn't the answer. Sometimes, the right partner is." A thought struck her. A ridiculous, absurd thought. She opened a new browser tab and started researching. What If Marriage Was Just a Business? Fedora had spent years closing business deals, negotiating contracts, and handling clients who needed results, not emotions. What if marriage-or, at least, the idea of it-could be handled the same way? People got married for different reasons: love, companionship, family expectations, social status,

Fred looked at me like I was crazy. "Absolutely! I understood that marriage is a ritual of union, Fred, as if it creates a magnetic field between the two of us that will keep us together, for better or worse. Stop thinking of marriage as an event or as satisfaction for others and start thinking of it as a bond that will unite you two even more." "Maybe I should just accept it and get married anyway."