The Marriage Of Opposites Novels & Stories

"Stay out of matters regarding Lillian from now on." His words cut through me like ice. I raised an eyebrow. "Fine by me." He didn't notice the small smile that crept onto my lips. The Brookes were the wealthiest family in Sylverwood, worth billions, while my family, the Reeds, though not rich, had enough standing to be considered respectable. Marrying him was a match made in heaven, a union of equals. If it came down to it, should he choose to divorce me, I would cause a ruckus that would shake the city. That would make any future resolution even more difficult.

"What are you talking about that you can't be together? Hello! You're already married!" "You know it's just a contract. It's just a one-year contract and I don't even know if he can love me too. We are not compatible, Craig, we are two different people, total opposite of each other." I said shaking my head. "You're wrong, girl. Have you heard the words 'opposite attracts'? Tsk.tsk." he shook his head. "And what the hell are you saying that you don't know if he can also love you? Girl, are you blind or are you just pretending to be blind?"

"I am sorry. But I have been through a lot these years. My parents used to force me to marry but I waited for you. I had a hope that you would be back for me you would be coming for me one day. " "And?" "Then I heard about your marriage. I saw the pictures. You were looking handsome and your wife was beautiful too. I was so jealous of her. I wanted to cut her off from your life but I could only separate her from you from the magazine cover. I couldn't do that in real life. I was so angry after listening to all that. So I agreed to marry. But I agreed to an engagement." "Oh, that's good. Finally, something good happened in your life because of me."

“But their marriage provided stability and more forces—” “Enough.” I don’t want some poor woman to be stuck with me, her life ruined just because we all want more power and money. “Okay, but your enemies don’t share your opinion, and Marcello allying with the Icardis isn’t a small thing.” “I’m aware of that.” It’s not always good to have partners and allies, especially if their opinions differ from yours. Then there are always people willing to trick you and betray you to get what they want, like my father and Marcello.

I crossed my legs and the nervousness in my chest returned just because of that marriage contract that suddenly appeared in my life. "Are you sure this is yours?" Kenneth asked, pointing to the marriage contract that Rhaiven was now holding. "Of course, my name is there.." "Then how did you get married without us knowing?" Chris asked full of curiosity and then munched on the appetizer I cooked. "That's what I don't know, bro. All I know is when I woke up this morning, that damn marriage contract arrived. I haven't even read who I'm married to. Damn it." I chugged the bottle of alcohol I was holding without any difficulty.

Watched two families, one human and one supernatural, coming together despite their fears. The mother of the bride, a human, had given a toast that made everyone cry. "I was terrified when my daughter told me who she loved. Terrified of what I didn't understand. But she was right and I was wrong. Love doesn't see species. It just sees souls. And these two souls belong together." Alexei had squeezed my hand. "That could be us someday. If you want." "Marriage?" I'd asked. "Partnership. Official. Not just soul-bonded but chosen in every way." He'd looked at me with such hope. "I know we started wrong. But we could continue right."

He looks around my age and carries himself similarly. During the interview, he explains that his marriage was arranged to unite two weakening packs into a stronger alliance. Their answers are careful. Diplomatic, even. But the longer they speak, the more obvious their problem becomes. They disagree about absolutely everything. Every answer turns into a subtle correction. Every sentence sounds like the beginning of an argument they’ve already had fifty times before. They are both dominant personalities trying to occupy the same space without yielding, which apparently means they spend most of their marriage debating instead of fucking.

Well-established, handsome, and wealthy is the outline of that man. "Remember, I won't let you go. Keep suffering," Melvin said as he threw Danas on the floor. "Marrying me is not the end of your suffering but the beginning of your suffering. It's worth it for what you've done." "What am I doing? Why do you hate me that much?" "Don't pretend not to know," snapped Melvin. "I really don't know what you're talking about. What wrong have I done, that you want my life to be so miserable, huh! You made my father's company go bankrupt, and you forced me to marry you, why don't you just kill me."

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?