Unholy Matrimony Novels & Stories

"That's where I was. Nelson's house. They—they told me together." "Told you what, exactly?" But her mother's expression said she already knew. Already understood. "That they're in a relationship," Marcus said flatly. "Have been for weeks. Behind our backs." Her mother stood slowly, gripping the table for support. When she looked at Ayana, there was horror in her eyes. "You're sleeping with Nelson Ward. A man twice your age. Your father's best friend." "I love him." "Love?" Her mother's laugh was sharp, hysterical. "You're twenty-four years old. You don't know what love is."

I shrugged, sure that James had told her all there was to know. "I'm just glad you finally did it." I sighed, "Can I tell you something Zara?" "Of course!" "Don't tell anyone. Not even your mother." I made her promise. "Okay, what is it?" she whispered. Somehow I found myself whispering too, "Hannah and I are still married." "What?!" She said a little loudly and repeated it in a whisper as I shushed her. "How is this even possible?" I briefly explained what happened.

I had never loathed someone as much as I did right now and I have never felt the need to hurt someone as much as I want to hurt Liam. I wanted to make him suffer and pay for all the pain he had caused my children and me. He didn’t deserve to be alive after putting my innocent children through so much suffering and trauma. Here's a modified version with a werewolf twist: "Matrimony is a sacred bond, ordained by the Moon Goddess, symbolizing the eternal union between two packmates. It is not to be entered into lightly, but under the light of the full moon, with reverence, loyalty, and ferocity..."

"My mother has the ability to separate soulmates if their union has not been fully consummated. It's an ancient divine law created to protect soulmates from being forced into union. But in our case, it could be an obstacle." "What does that mean, Luana, sorry, you know I was raised as a wolf, I know nothing about divine laws. Can you explain it better for me to understand?" "My mother is a Goddess of great power and wisdom. However, over the centuries, she has used her power in ways that have not always been beneficial for my sisters and now for me. There is an ancient divine law that allows a god to separate soulmates if their union has not been fully consummated. This law was created with

Raising his eyes from his book, the vicar fixed his gaze on us. "I require and charge you both, as you will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you knows any impediment, why you may not be lawfully joined together in matrimony, you do now confess it. For be well assured, that so many as are coupled together otherwise than God's Word doth allow are not joined together by God; neither is their matrimony lawful." Both of us stood there without making a single sound, our hands intertwining even more closely, determined never to let go.

"He’s been living in a house that legally belonged to your estate the moment he touched Sabrina." "It gets worse," I sobbed, pointing to a clause marked with a red seal. " 'The matrimonial bedroom and the bed of union shall remain sacred. If the surviving partner brings another into the matrimonial home, or defiles the bed of the union before the period of mourning is complete, they shall be subject to criminal prosecution and imprisonment, to be executed by whichever guardian the deceased partner has chosen to fight for them.'" I collapsed back against the frame of the bed, the weight of the betrayal crushing me.

She turned and went up the stairs, vanishing into the sanctum of her and Dad's room, leaving us in a thick silence. The sound of her footsteps had hardly dissipated when Josh, the eternal opportunist, made his move. "Fixed marriage? Man, you're seriously getting the bad end of the deal. Your marriage is like a subscription package, you understand? Limited-time offer," he said, attempting a joke, which fell on deaf ears amidst the charged air. He caught a sharp backhand from me, the blow making him jump. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes widening in mock outrage.

“I’ve been trying to ignore how I feel about you for a while, Harper. But last night… I couldn’t anymore.” I stared at him, my throat tight. “Colton… you’re married to my mother.” “I know,” he said quietly. “And I’m not proud of that. But things between your mother and I haven’t been good for a long time. We’ve been living like roommates for years.” I looked down at my hands. “That doesn’t make this okay.” “No,” he agreed. “It doesn’t.” We stood in silence for a few seconds. Then he spoke again, softer this time.

"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."

Mattew is that during this one year, his three sons must get married and successfully have children. The conditions given by Mr. Mattew frustrated his three sons because they did not want to marry the opposite gender. Both of Mr. Mattew's sons are gay. Only Jack is straight. However, unfortunately, Jack has an impotent disease. But Mr. Mattew doesn't want to hear any excuses from his three sons. He wants to have grandchildren so he can have fun with his grandchildren in his old age. Mr. Mattew didn't even care that his second son was impotent. He still wanted Jack to have a wife and even children.