Novel & Cerita This Marriage Is Bound To Fail Anyway

I asked, a glimmer of hope in my voice. "Hmm. No, she said they'll just go ahead with the fixed marriage." What? "Why is that?" I demanded, my tone a blend of confusion and a sense of creeping dread. The atmosphere in the living room grew heavy, the silence making the unvoiced fears suspended between us feel more pronounced.

Especially not love. “But you said…” he trailed off, but I knew what he was implying. “Is that on the table for us?” I asked, raising a brow. “No,” he mumbled, lowering his gaze and looking guilty. “Gianna, I…” “We need to make this marriage work one way or another, Nico,” I said, cutting him off. “Especially now with all the mess that’s going on. And since we clearly can’t make it work my way…let’s try yours. There needs to be something we can anchor this marriage to Nico, otherwise it would just…become, well, what it has been so far, and that is not something I can live with for the rest of my life.” Nico blinked, looking very surprised and a bit lost.

One marital argument and she was done? Gold digger. Of course, that marriage was doomed to fail. What did a social climbing wh*re know about the grace of being a wife?

Ysa adds, “you will mate with her once more before it’s final. If she conceives, it proves the bond still holds, and rejection is not permitted.” The words hit like a strike, but I don’t hesitate. “No. I will not take her into my bed. For years I tried for an heir with her, and nothing came of it. I won’t touch her again.” Ysa’s eyes harden. “Tradition demands it. If she falls pregnant, the bond remains valid, and the rejection cannot proceed.” I shake my head, fury rising sharp in my chest. “I refuse.” Brannick clears his throat. “The entire purpose of their marriage was to produce an heir. It failed. That alone proves the bond never should’ve existed.”

"Well it's all here. There's really nothing I can do sir. I'm sorry." "What if I'm engaged, can I access it then?" Why was Nana doing this to him? She knew better than anyone that he didn't believe in love and he never wanted to get married. She was aware of how horrible his parent's marriage had been. What was the need to put this kind of stipulation in place? Why was she trying to force him to settle down at all cost? He didn't have good examples while growing up so what was he supposed to do when he eventually got married? Beat his wife and leave her lying half dead on the kitchen floor?

His memories never fails to prove me that how unlucky I was and I do not deserve to be loved. Marriage is a special, strong and deep relationship. Its beautiful relation for couples whose love each other or going to fall in love after their marriage. I'm very sure it'll never happen in my marriage. Due to Mama's relentless pestering, I consented to marry Nakul, a distant relative of mine. I'm not sure why he consented to marry someone who went to jail. Did he agreed to this marriage for the happiness of someone else, just as I agreed to this marriage for Mama's happiness ?. There's only one week left for me to be married. Even though I constantly denie that I won't get any happiness in my li

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;

"Celia, have you gone mad from love? Shane found the investment for you, not me. What right do you have to question me?" "Shane said he'd already made arrangements with Melissa. It was your meeting with Melissa that caused the Gordon family to suddenly withdraw their investment. Zane, I know you still have feelings for me, but I'm married to Shane now. You don't want to be a homewrecker, right?" I was so furious I laughed, and then I slapped her across the face.

The more she got to know him, the more she brushed against his skin, the more she realized— he wasn’t the monster she thought he was. He was a shield at her back. He was the silent hand that made sure she was safe, no matter the chaos around them. If she was honest, their start wasn’t something worth romanticizing. Their bond had been forged out of transaction, revenge and necessity. A contract marriage— That’s still unfinished, still waiting to be carried out properly. They hadn’t even gotten around to an engagement party as both their lives were too consumed with fires that needed putting out, priorities that always outweighed pretense.

"John, have you lost your mind? Today is my wedding day with Willow. What are you doing here?" Instead of backing down, John snapped, his voice tight with emotion. "I'm not the crazy one. You are! Willow was supposed to marry me. She is mine! I was the one who stood by her side during all those years you were in a coma. We were good together. She's only marrying you to spite me!" I glanced at Nathan nervously, afraid he might actually believe John's nonsense, but Nathan just raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Wow, so all those years and you still couldn't win her over? Sounds like I'm just more irresistible than you."