Three Marriages Novels & Stories

I just asked even though it was strange. "Yes, let your boyfriend know to marry me," "No longer. I know he can understand why I did that, " I replied. "Okay. You take care," She agreed to marry Third. Will he be able to marry and face God and we will swear to each other and be together in hardship and comfort. Not only that, I'm going to have a baby. the child was not so miserable then and could only be touched, marriage is sacred and it is not rice that is hot as long as you just throw it out.

"I've already arranged for you to start working as an executive secretary at Castille Group. Other than marriage, I can give you anything you want—even a child. But don't cross my bottom line." Outside, I leaned against the car seat, gripping my phone tightly. Tears fell without warning, one after another, reflecting my pale face. The argument had already stopped by then. All that came through the headphones now were whispers of affection between the two of them. I took a deep breath. Then, I promptly accepted the admission offer to study abroad in Norland. I'd given up the chance to go abroad for Ruben in my past life. But this time, he was no longer worth it.

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

“Everyone is watching.” He did. Barely. The pastor began. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God and these witnesses, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony…” Aria sat quietly near the front, hands folded, face calm. “…Marriage is not to be entered into lightly, but with love, honor, and commitment…” Damian swallowed. “…Damian Cross, do you take Selene Vaughn to be your lawful wedded wife—”

Her slim shoulders sagged under the weight of this decision, and she sighed softly. "It would be unfair to cancel our marriages if it means you would die." Catherine said, watching as their eyes widened in shock. "Instead, why don't the four of us get to know each other. Maybe one-on-one? Just until I get used to the idea of suddenly having three husbands…" ~~~~~ "So, I'm immortal?" She asked, and Zion nodded. "And I have marks that prove our marriage?"

Hades looks exactly as he looks the night of our third wedding anniversary. He is smiling so much at Alison, that I do not know what I’m feeling anymore. As we show Alison around the house, though I really don’t get why she needs a tour around the main pack house when she is just a guest. I can’t deny the heavy feeling in my chest when I notice I am third wheeling my husband and my ex-best friend. The airy conversations they’re having is almost in a whisper, but every breeze of it cuts through my soul like a knife.

“I am going to give you everything, but for every gesture, you have to realize that I am not yours and I will never be yours. I am not going to engage in a silly relationship, but I am going to get married to you.” She looked confused. “Marry me?” “Of course. I have to marry one day and continue this empire, do I not?” “So I get to be the unlucky woman that waits at home while her husband fucks other women.” I smiled. “You can join in if you want. Threesomes are great.” “Fuck you.”

My nephew ran past me in his underwear as his mom, my cousin tried to keep up with him waving around a pair of trousers in her hand. I embraced it though. It’s not every day that your mother gets married for the third time. Although this was her third wedding, she was remarrying her first husband so I didn’t know if that counted. My mother and Mr. Thomas Stallone, her husband-to-be, met when they were in college. They were both smitten with each other and they fell in love. Thomas came from a wealthy family which did not approve of his relationship with my mom so they decided to elope.

Abden snorts, a wet sound seeming to beg for a tissue, before he replies, “Then let it be lost, we will survive. No spectacle should be needed to tie us, a hundred years of hand holding is enough.” “Yes, a hundred years,” Ufari starts, his voice carrying a laugh, “Yet how often does our kind mingle with theirs? It’s rare to be sure.” He paces the wooden floor, the sound of his footsteps falling in tune with his thoughtful hum. “I believe there have been a total of three marriages between us, aside from those forced by the pact.”