Unholy Matrimony Meaning Novels & Stories

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?

"Impossible. Are you trying to drain Madam’s blood or something?" This was absurd! Darian took a leisurely sip of tea. "It’s not about draining blood, it’s about you fulfilling a marriage contract with me." Naomi: “...” This was getting more ridiculous! "I’m already married. You know that. Are you asking me to fulfill a marriage contract for some ridiculous reason like an engagement between our families?" "Although it’s not exactly an engagement, it’s a bit absurd. For example, the matriarch of the Hollis family must have the surname Dragomir, or else they will be cursed."

Back at the Palace. "Ius Rematrimonii Sanguinis?" The Elders echoed as their eyes widened in shock. "You asked me what I wanted, and I have told you," Seraphine said to them as she sat on Alaric's seat. Ius Rematrimonii Sanguinis was a sacred right that involved a widowed Luna marrying the blood relative of her late husband. Seraphine had read about it in the past. She knew she wasn't okay with anyone taking Alaric's place in her life, but that was the only solution she could think of.

THE WORD marriage was a big word for me. If ever you’ll enter into the sacrament of marriage, you must be ready for the lifetime commitment because marriage wasn’t just a stage of life where you wanted to marry someone at first then if you get tired, you’ll leave him or her. In the stage of marriage, there was no room for playing. People weren’t playing at this stage. Before two people enter this stage, you two must be very sure that you love each other and that both are willing to enter into a lifetime commitment. Being married to someone was the starting point where you will be building a family with your partner.

“It’s a bit of a tough promise. I can’t imagine doing something like that to a son of mine.” That phrase makes me think of the number of femicides that there are daily worldwide, the number of women who die at the hands of their husbands, of their sentimental partners, because these, when they are united in holy matrimony and with the sacrament of the priest, father, pastor or officiant, the thought is nailed to their skin and heart: “Till death do us part.” Those men who carry that intrinsic and yet undiscovered mental disorder generate the idea that the woman is theirs until death does them part. Then, after death, they will believe that she belongs to them.

he said like a devil trying to influence a good child. “If you want to go, you can. Don’t bring me. It’s a taboo in our kind, I’m sure you know that.” They said if single females go to a wedding ceremony without meeting their mates yet, they would never find their mates and would die as spinsters. “What, do you still want to meet someone else even when you’re bound to marry me?” he asked playfully. “You should be loyal, Maddy. I don’t want a cheating partner.”

I said. The word sat in the room like something that had fallen from a height. "Technically," Matteo said. "Yes." I pressed my free hand flat on the desk. "Which means the merger is void," I said slowly. "Viktor can't legally marry Elara. Any contract contingent on that marriage—" "Is unenforceable. Yes." "The heir clause. The dissolution clause. Eleven conditions all tied to a marriage that can't happen because the groom is already—"

I rolled my eyes. "You both are not mates…” the priest was saying. “...but then, it still shows that you are both mates, bound together!” I chuckled nervously, like I had no idea what he was talking about and of course, I wanted to make him look as stupid as possible. “That is not possible.” I mentioned. “Exactly, that is why it is called an anomaly.” He replied.

“This is your wedding night—but not your black wedding. Tonight, you must satisfy your husband, quench his thirst. If you’re wise and want to keep your place in this house, you’ll do everything in your power to please him.” “Wait… what do you mean by black wedding?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Grace’s expression shifted—her voice dropped to a whisper. “Your husband isn’t just a man. He’s a ruler. A king in this underworld. A black wedding is a sacred blood oath that binds two souls in the Mafia. It’s done only after the white wedding... but only if the bride proves herself worthy.” My mouth went dry. “Blood oath? And what if I don’t prove myself worthy?”