Novel & Cerita This Marriage Is Bound To Fail Anyway

“But I have to break off the bond as well.” “Don’t do this to me, please.” I fell to my knees, tears spilling freely. “Please, Killian. I have spent my entire life learning how to be the perfect wife for you. If the marriage doesn’t happen and you break the bond, what am I supposed to do with my life? I’ll be mocked. I’ll be cast aside. I’ll be spat on.” “Nobody will dare do that to you.” He said, but his voice lacked conviction. “Please understand, this marriage cannot go on.”

"Very much, my darling. I mean, how else are we supposed to meet someone?" "You’re hiring a husband for me? That’s already a red flag to be honest, mother. A marriage built on business and wealth is bound to fail. And I refuse to be part of it. If I'm going to marry, it will be someone whom I actually like, not some stranger you've chosen for me."

The final verdict came like a blow when my mom declared, "We've come to an agreement. If you want Angel back, you and Drex will have to get married." "What?!" The two of us exclaimed in shock, our voices resonating in perfect unison. This can not be happening...

“However, we’d be losing so much funding operation if they redraw their investment. We’d be losing a lot by then. Apart from that, we’ll need to pay the other business owners penalties, and that’s a huge amount. Our family will be done for when all that happens.” The young man in white suit, who was beside Xavien, stepped forward and said, “Sister, it’s best if you marry him. After all, you’re bonded by a marriage agreement. If you don’t marry him, not only will our third-class aristocratic family be unstable, but we’ll also fall into bankruptcy.”

No wonder Bianca refused to marry into this family, even with a ten-million-dollar dowry on the table. This man is genuinely terrifying. Isla swallowed hard. "No..." She'd rather die than let this happen. "Not in the mood?" "No no." Isla didn't dare push back any harder than that. Legally, they were married. She had no real ground to refuse him, and she knew it. She wasn't a virgin, and after the past few minutes, it was painfully clear this man had some genuinely disturbing tastes.

Hell, I can go bankrupt right now, and I wouldn’t care. “Dearly beloved and legally skeptical,” he begins, “we are gathered in this very extra, highly secretive nightclub setup to witness the union of Enrique and Aria. Two beautiful disasters.” The crowd laughs. “Marriage is not about perfection. It’s about finding someone you can annoy for the rest of your life, while looking hot doing it. If these two can survive fake contracts, secret relationships, kidnappings, midnight attacks, falling overboard, and getting arrested at the airport … they can survive this.”

Hated… how desperately I wanted to let go. ZACH WINCHESTER…… “I think you are forgetting that our marriage was just a contract marriage." She whispered, making my mood bitter. Why can't she just let go of this thought that we are bound by a contract marriage. Why can't she see that we can be a real couple? Why can't she feel my feelings for her? Why does she have to bring up this matter again and again that our bond is nothing but a mere contract.

Not one of them looked at me with pity. The Master of Rites stood at the front of the hall, his long robes touching the marble floor, and right beside him was Alpha Alexander, my husband. The word felt wrong and unreal in my head. It made me regret all the times I had wished for a husband of my own. He stood there expressionless, like he neither agreed nor disagreed with what was happening. If he hated this marriage, he did not show it. If he wanted it, he did not show that either. His face was calm, almost bored, like this was nothing more than another duty to complete.

But he became oblivious to my cries as he scoffed and said. "I don't make the same mistake twice." Unable to understand his statement I continued to cry. "Do it!" He said loudly as I startled and began to let out convulsed gasps of dread. He let go of me as I signed the papers with my shaky hand. Feeling utterly broken, I wiped my tears and gave him an infuriated look. I slammed the papers in his hands and looked at him, "Now that you have made this marriage nothing but a mere contract. Let me tell you one thing, Mr Christian Elvis," I said coldly. As I was about to get out, I gave him one last furious look and said, "This marriage will be toxic for both of us."

She cuts him off, “There are no buts, Son. If you’re worried about your wife assimilating with the Vinci-Souza dynasty don’t worry. I’d teach her everything she wishes to know, and besides I think it’s odd sleeping with restrictions in your bedroom. Married couples shouldn’t separate from one another. Your marriage is young, bonding with your partner would help your union grow to greater heights. Marriage isn’t about the happy moments and beautiful gifts but the good and ugly moments. It’s a mix of love and challenges and how well you trust in your love it’ll guide your union in the right path.” “Mother Angel has a sore throat and she needs rest to heal properly. It can be done another time.