The Marriage Effect Novels & Stories

"I know you're wondering why we need to talk right now. It is about the marriage between you two." That's exactly how I feel! "I paid Elise a visit and spoke with her three days ago. We had not explained the marriage exchange to any of you," he continued. "In the settlement, I had provided. This marriage freed Verdan from the debt of Anthony, your grandfather, Miss Verdan. This will include the family lands and estate owned by your grandfather's family. It will be given back to your family. This marriage should not have fallen on the two of you, but because Sebastian, your father, Miss Verdan, did not commit to the settlement and married your mother, it does."

This whole wedding thing was not a solution in my eyes, and I wanted to know why it was the only path they'd chosen. "Mum, I'm too young to get married! How could you agree to something like that?!" I couldn't hide my frustration as I confronted her in her room. "Don't speak to me in that tone!" she retorted firmly, clearly agitated. "But it's not fair! All I want is my daughter. Why couldn't you have just made it simple for them?" My voice trembled as tears welled up in my eyes. The idea of marrying Drex felt like a punishment, one that I couldn't fathom. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of helplessness.

For him, marriage was simple,good friends always having each other's back with a lot of sex. He got married to be happy. He didn't think his wife could give him that. He was not here to fight her demons and make her fear free or any of that bullshit. The husband and wife are different individuals,connected through a few similarities and differences. They had to amplify the similarities and respect their differences. Not fight each other's battles and emotional damage. That,they had to work on individually. Vikram sighed, closing his eyes. He knew it wasn't as big of a deal as he was making it to be.

Couldn't explain the panic rising in my chest. Marcus stood. Came closer but didn't touch me. "Tell me what you're afraid of." "Everything. Losing myself. Being controlled. Becoming someone's wife instead of being me. Marriage ruined my life once. I can't do it again." "Then let's not call it marriage. Let's call it partnership. With legal protections." "That's just marriage with different words." "Maybe. But words matter. If marriage is triggering, we don't use that word. We create something new. Something that works for us."

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 simply pulls away and marches inside. As they enter, a newly married couple bumps into them, beaming with joy. “Oh! Sorry,” the bride says cheerfully. “Are you two getting married as well?” Laura and Chris remain silent, stiff. “Or… getting divorced?” the groom asks, raising a brow at their silence. Laura forces a smile, masking her discomfort. “No, we’d have to be married first before getting divorced.” The woman laughs. “Then you are getting married, aren’t you, Miss Laura?”

"Because I know that the marriage between you two is not fake!" I shrugged and sighed. "Yes, our marriage is not fake," I admitted directly. "Now I will ask you. I am his wife right now, so where is your courage to tell me to take my husband away from me now? And which of the two of us has more rights now?" "Your marriage is only on paper! So don't expect your marriage to be real!"

It’s Nature. (Not in a food-chain sense, obviously. In a metaphorical sense.) So I knew, after a year, he was The One. But I also knew what would happen if I put a foot wrong. In my experience, the word “marriage” is like an enzyme. It causes all kinds of reactions in a relationship, mostly of the breaking-down kind.

"That's your personal property. Did you include our family in the discussion? Did you inform me? No? Then you two better get lost and don't even think about registering your marriage until I've prepared a proper engagement banquet." He leaned in closer to Debra, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "Legally, there are differences in how pre-marital and post-marital assets are divided. If you have the wedding first and register later, all those gifts will be considered your pre-marital assets. Marion won't get a penny, sweetheart, and you could pocket quite a bit."

“And look where that left you.” The cruelty was subtle, tucked neatly into reason. I swallowed. “I am not ready to sell.” “That is sentimentality,” he replied smoothly. “And it is understandable. But sentimentality is not strategy.” My fingers curled around the edge of the table. “You keep talking like this is already decided.” He tilted his head. “Marriage simplifies things.” The word landed like a blade. I stared at him. “What?” “When we are married,” he said, as if discussing a scheduling detail, “decision making becomes unified. Efficient. No more back and forth with lawyers. No more emotional paralysis.”