The Perfect Marriage Novels & Stories

Winning matches at school had produced a feeling of happiness, but this was the most happy he had ever felt. Edward looked over their wedding certificate with pride. He had married Sebastian Smith and their address was the holiday house. It was lucky that it was easy to marry in Albion, other countries would have been more difficult to marry in. Sebastian looked over the certificate with a proud smile and kissed him deeply. “Let’s go home and celebrate our marriage,” he announced. Edward was very happy to walk back to the car and return to the holiday house. It felt like he had accomplished something big.

A perfect match, if that was even possible. Were their algorithms really capable of assembling the perfect fit? The whole concept of a ‘perfect fit’ in general had always seemed cliché to me. Certainly great fits and happy couples existed. I had seen proof of happy marriages between two people that worked great for each other. But they were never between two people as… particular… as myself. They were always between two nice and pleasant people, not a pair of sarcastic realists, whose best friends also happened to be extremely sarcastic. For a second I paused and chuckled at the idea of marrying Cora. There’s no doubt it would be intensely amusing, but we would drive each other up the wall.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

She looked at herself in the mirror and she smiled as she realized her dream of having a perfect family was about to come true. She was glad that despite the turmoil she and Edward had faced, they were finally going to be in each other’s arms forever. She was finally going to be with her man and her son. She couldn’t wait to renew her vows with the love of her life, and it was evident from the broad smile on her face that she was all over the moon.

"And I know you love me too. Why else would you treat me so well? I don't want to be your sister. I want to be your mate!" Mom was flabbergasted. Her gaze darted between Laila and Simon before she turned back to her and chided, "What are you on about? He's your sister's mate. How could you have feelings for him?" But Dad seemed unfazed. "We can't control their feelings, after all. If Simon and Laila like each other, then so be it. "I'll just give Zora a larger share of the inheritance so she won't have to worry about anything for the rest of her life."

“You hide the bruises, but we can still see them, hermana. Everyone can.” “Stop it,” Mom whispers. “You should have left him years ago.” “I couldn’t.” Catalina laughs bitterly. “You mean you wouldn’t.” Silence drops heavy between them. I can hear the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the city outside. Then Mom’s voice comes, barely above a whisper. “Not everyone gets a perfect marriage like you, Catalina. With your perfect husband and your perfect children.” Catalina’s face changes, something sharp flickers through her expression. She leans forward slowly. “There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage,” she says. Her voice is calm now, too calm. “But my husband knows one thing.”

" I stayed silent, my emotions tangled. After experiencing a relationship full of deception and betrayal, I no longer held any expectations for love. But a marriage alliance meant binding my life to another unfamiliar man. Papa saw my hesitation and continued, "I know you've been hurt, so I was very careful in choosing your match. He's the heir of the Orsini family, Matteo Orsini. I watched him grow up. He's upright, refined, and has no bad habits. "Moreover, the Orsini family's influence is formidable. They hold significant power in both the business world and the underworld. An alliance between our families would not only deter Enrico completely, but also provide the safest protection for

The princess is worthless and is not considered by the Cannor family. "Ananda Albara Demian Dominic bin Nicholas Dominic. I marry you and I marry you to Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with a set of prayer tools. Cash!" said the judge. Javior deliberately didn't want to say goodbye because for him Nayya was nothing. And Nayya also has no right to get such a noble right from him. To him only Pavina deserves such privilege. Father failed. "I accept the marriage and the marriage of Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with the dowry paid in cash."

By the side, the Third Elder had already opened his mouth and said, "It's said in ancient times that a perfect couple is a perfect match. It was just a casual remark, but I didn't expect it to be an eye-opener today." "Third Elder, you're right. The more you look at it, the more you like it. This man is handsome and unrestrained. He has peerless merits. The woman is graceful and has the ability to breathe for tens of thousands of breaths. This is a perfect match for the world." "This is the so-called perfect combination." Everyone was very happy, and Holy Spark was also very happy. He laughed loudly and waved his hand, "I am also very optimistic and very satisfied. However, marriage is not s

Risa said, finally letting out everything she had been holding inside along with her resentment toward Allisya. This marriage had happened because of a business arrangement between Andre’s company and Allisya’s family. Their marriage would benefit both families, allowing them to grow even wealthier. “I sincerely love Allisya, Grandma. No matter what happens, I will always stay by her side. I will never leave her alone. Don’t compare Allisya to other women. Someone who seems better isn’t necessarily better—or loyal enough to stay by my side,” Aris said, trying to make his grandmother understand that love was not about appearances or wealth.