Unholy Matrimony 2020 Novels & Stories

He couldn't hide the irritation in his voice. Mark's eyes turned wide. "No kidding! Congratulations! I didn't know you and Kelly were engaged," he remarked. "We aren't," Noah covered his face with his hands. Mark looked confused. "Then...you just decided to get married on the spot?" he inquired. "I am not marrying Kelly," Noah said. "Then who?" Mark sat up and put all of his focus on Noah. Why was Noah acting all mysterious? he thought. "It's complicated...I am expected to marry Serena Wolf at the end of this month," Noah finally let it all out.

“Pack traditions are made to be honoured, and Pack laws are implemented for a reason. One of which is so we can lead an upright life; another is so we can command respect amongst others; and the most important is so that we can always have the goddess on our side and her blessings on us as we honour her name through her just actions. We cannot accomplish any of these things if we tolerate abomination and those who commit vile acts.” The elder moved up and down the platform as he addressed the growing crowd. He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the faces of his audience, and then he climbed up the steps, coming to a stop beside me. “Before you, is Jade Dimaano? As you all know, she’s bet

In the role of the bride, flowers were also used to adorn her hair. She knelt to take it up once more. What had happened last night that she couldn't seem to recall? She took a quick look at the man's features. Din Cooper, was it? He stood close to her, while a man stood behind them. He was clad in the robes of a priest. Was there a wedding going on at the club where they were? How did that happen? It had been professionally photo-shopped. She assumed. Din Cooper had to edit an image to harass her since he wanted to get on her nerves so badly.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God, and everyone here, to join together Hollis Genovese and Ugo Chike in holy matrimony." Everything the priest said afterwards faded when Ugo squeezed my hand back. She glanced up at me, and I saw it. T​he lioness in her eyes wasn’t gone, but simply asleep. "Hollis Genovese, do you take Ugo chike to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. Do you promise to be faithful to her until death do you part?"

A month before my fiance, Dante de Rossi, and I were supposed to get married, he insisted on having a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. I refused to agree to it, but he kept bringing it up every single day and stubbornly tried to persuade me. It was as if he were presenting a business deal that had to be accepted. Half a month before the wedding, I received an envelope from an anonymous sender. It contained a pregnancy report from a private hospital in Manhorne.

“This isn’t exile. It’s only the end of a marriage that should never have been.” Brannick inclines his head. “Then I agree. The bond may be broken.” Relief doesn’t come. Only steel. He doesn’t realize I know more than he thinks, and that knowledge is mine to wield. “We’ll bring Rosa in after breakfast to discuss it. The rejection and the cancellation of the wedding will happen this afternoon,” Brannick announces, his tone clipped and certain. “As per tradition,” 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.”

"We've had three teams scour it. Your grandfather learned from your father's... indiscretions." The unspoken word “bastard” hung in the air like gun smoke. Specifically, Elijah. The brother who should have inherited half of everything if Father hadn't tried to burn the truth out of existence. I flipped open the folder, my eyes scanning the terms that were worse than I'd imagined: "Legal marriage: No proxies, no offshore quickies". "Public cohabitation: Verified by board-appointed inspectors." "No annulment for five years or assets freeze. " Marcus's smirk widened. "Problem, Damien? Not even your money can buy love."

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

he asked, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Uncle Matteo began reading. “According to clause number seventeen of your marriage contract signed five years ago, in the event of infidelity, the offending party shall forfeit forty percent of their assets to the wronged party as compensation for breach of marital fidelity.” The room fell into silence. Dead silence. “Interesting,” Daniel said, chuckling. Nobody but my parents, Uncle Matteo, and I knew about this. Kane blinked. Once. Twice. “What!” “You signed it,” Uncle Matteo said, passing the papers to him.

The same hand that had signed my permission slips and written 'I love you' in the margins of my childhood notebooks. "THE SACRAMENT OF UNIFICATION." My eyes scanned the archaic language, tripping over terms like primogeniture and dowry. And then, I saw the word that turned my blood to slush. "Matrimonium." "Marriage?" I whispered, the word feeling like a jagged stone in my mouth. "This... this says that in exchange for the Moretti protection and a ten-million-dollar 'gift,' the firstborn female of the Vance line is betrothed to the heir of the Moretti estate."