Trial Marriage Husband Manga Novels & Stories

The lemon slice lay among the shards of glass and spilled water. I gritted my teeth. "Have you had enough of playing the devoted lover yet? Spare me your fake sincerity, I've had it with your nonsense! I'm sick of it! I want to puke!" I wished I could vomit right there in front of him. Cedric's face, flushed from the heat of cooking, turned pale. His lips trembled, and he looked at me pleadingly. "Rach, you used to cook for me and wait for me to come home. Today, I finally understand how it feels. It’s awful. From now on, I'll do the cooking. You can do whatever you want. I’ll wait for you to come home every day."

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

Pearl's POV : Opening my eyes, I met with the beautiful face of a human Adonis otherwise called as my husband. He was so beautiful that it hurts to look at. I took my time to study his features, his sharp jaw, those red luscious lips and the smirk on them. Wait smirk? "Are you enjoying watching me?" He asked without opening his eyes and pulled me closer to him. "Yes. Now move your hands." "Not gonna happen." He pulled me closer, so close to the point when I could feel every inch of his body and couldn't help but lean my head on the crook of his neck.

Anyway, she felt nothing could possibly go wrong with her bearing that name from now on. Whenever he thought of that name, he would think only of her. He would even believe that he had gotten her name tattooed on him, that would definitely make him love her more. She smiled at that thought. “And you’re Manuel, my husband. You got hit by a truck while coming back from work last week.” She’d have to get used to calling him that. He blinked. Fiona couldn’t tell if he had any more questions. He had an unreadable look on his face.

“Funny you should say that.” Brandon’s playful expression faltered as he took the documents from my hand. His brows furrowed as he skimmed the first page. “A marriage contract? You already had it drafted.” I nodded. “I had it drafted earlier. Look it over.” His eyes flicked back to the paper, scanning the terms. “So, this is what you wanted from me,” he murmured. His tone was unreadable, but something about it made my stomach twist.

“Put your clothes back on.” Trembling, I watch as he walks away, heading for the stairs. “Wait,” I call out, my voice shaky. Ryan turns, impatient. “What?” “It’s cool,” I say, my voice hollow. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Ryan nods. “Good.” And just like that, he walks away, leaving me in a million pieces. ~~~

I cried just like how the sky cries loudly. Am I raped or not? Looking back at how I ended here, Elijah forced me to have sex with him. He ripped my gown that is still on the floor in front of me. I asked him to stop, but he didn't stop. He glued his kisses and touched my body without any gentleness. But then, we just got married. So, can I call it as raped or a simple honeymoon that the newlyweds are supposed to do?

"Then what did you do?" She got up and stood before me, thinking her small petite body actually intimidated me in some way. "I've explained this so many times. The Italian Mafia requires a stable leader. This marriage is my sign of stability. It makes me look more eligible and worthy to lead the organization." "Is it because I'm Japanese?" she croaked. "Akira, you are in the Italian Mafia. Why would you being Japanese be a problem now?" "I've seen your little bride, " she grumbled. "She carries the aesthetic of your entire ethnicity."

He has olive skin and a strong, healthy built. I went closer to them as I looked at Ate July with a 'who is he' look on my face. She then tapped the hand of the man, telling him to introduce himself. The man stood up and bowed at me slightly. "It is very nice to meet you, Kira Castelle. I am Truce Lovino, July's beloved husband." He smiled sweetly while looking at Ate July as she looked away in embarrassment, her whole face blushing.