Three Marriages Novels & Stories

I called Saurya and Veer on conference call. R : Hii guys. V : What happened Saddu? R : I am getting married tomorrow. You guys have to be here. S : What the hell dude. Don't mess with this topic. V : Be serious Raghav. R : It's truth. Grandma has fixed my marriage with some old friend's granddaughter. V : Raghav think twice. Divorce is prohibited in your family. Arrange marriage is fine but don't take decisions in moments. S : If you want we can talk with dadi.

I will not allow this marriage to take place, or else my name is not Ethan Lam, worthy son of Lam descent. Maieil I'm getting married in two days. Time passed too quickly for my liking. In truth, I was hoping the date was even longer. I was hoping that an event would take place and that this marriage would be annulled. I don't realize that in a period of a year, I'm getting married twice. That's crazy track. But maybe it's the key to get Dinam out of my mind and heart forever. I also remember this period when Dinam were about to get married. I felt no love for him. I didn't feel much excitement either. But today, he remains the object of my thoughts night and day. Who knows if I will also en

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

He knew his fiance was extravagant and materialistic, but he never knew she would have eyes for his best friend from France, who was a business tycoon and was richer than David. It took his mother's soothing words and care to help him get over the betrayal and also making himself a workaholic to soothe his pain, but he was over it now and he swore that no woman would be allowed to come close to his heart again. It took a lot of coaxing from his mother to finally convince him about getting married because it was stapled in his father's will that he has to be married before the age of thirty-eight to produce an heir, to inherit his father's legacy, and he was thirty-six now, he wasn't getting

i muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast. “Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive. “Not... not all, maybe,” i admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice. I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping. “Seven years of marriage,” i continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was... disposable.”

I don’t even know these guys, however it felt like I’ve known them for ages. “thanks, for all of this…I mean it” I said, both of them smiled at me, “I guess we’ll meet again tomorrow?” I said, Tom seemed a bit confused, “why? are you leaving already?” he asked I nodded, “well, yeah, my husband will be back soon…however, I’m excited to meet you tomorrow, ad spend some more time, if you like want, if you don’t want to…It’s fine really” I said, they look at each other for a moment, Then looked back at me, “okay. Sure, why not?” Marie said, we exchanged each other’s F******k, agreeing to meet outside the hotel I was staying at, Tom stopped a cab for me, and I was on my way back to the hotel. ***

It is as though I am not destined for love. The door swings open again and Marco walks back inside. “It’s a three-year marriage contract,” seeing me hold the file, Marco explains. “That means we’ll be married for three years and live together within this period. During this marriage, we’d have to be seen together in public and act like a real couple in order to make people believe, but when we’re alone…” “…we’re just two normal persons with no attachments sharing a roof,” I force a smile, pretending to accept the contract well.

She quickly added, aware she was already starting to push at my buttons. My hand dropped from my forehead, “what?!” I stared at her, “that would be his fourth marriage.” "He met this woman in Cambodia or something like that?" I came down one step, gripping the banister tighter, “did he not just go to Cambodia three weeks ago?” “Yes, and he met her there." “And now he’s marrying her this Saturday?” Mum nodded like any of this was normal, “yes.” I blinked at her, “that man is addicted to weddings.”

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.

I just wanted to sleep. Over the past 3 years, we’ve gone from having a potentially broken mating with a messed up family and an unfaithful ex baby mummy to being in a loving, happy three way marriage, with three children, and another two on the way and the family I had always wanted- granted, I’d never imagined or considered I’d ever have two mates, but I wouldn’t wish it any other way.