Unintended Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

, he replies kissing me on my forehead. Some people will say that arranged marriages don't work. They do when both the husband and wife are in it together. If they want to work the marriage out. No marriage is perfect. There's no such thing as a perfect marriage or even perfect kids. Perfection isn't real. "But I am worried about Azaan. He hasn't been himself ever since Faryal's wedding to Fahd", I explain to Aayan. "Maybe there was something going on between them....."

To the house and the fountain and the woman at the desk with the card above it and the life they were living, which was nothing like what either of them had agreed to at the beginning and exactly what both of them had needed from the start. Some things could not be contracted for. This had been one of them. He had meant to make a marriage of convenience. Instead he had made the only thing that had ever felt, to a man who had controlled every variable of his life for twenty years, like coming home.

he'd never be a murderer. my father was a good man, I'd watched him risk his life countless times without blinking an eye. what do I do? how do I clear his name? how do I make a man like Adrian believe me? how do I free myself from this cage? this hell called marriage. Adrian singlehandedly destroyed any good thought I'd formed about marriage. all my fantasy laid broken, shattered and was nothing but dust. I was trapped in a dilemma and despite the burning sensation tearing up my chest I continued.

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

Normally, Daisy has never done this movement, and she doesn't remember whether her belly got bigger or not. Daisy's head was spinning, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She does every way not to come home, she doesn’t want to get married. Finding someone to be her husband is not difficult but she is afraid of the family life with a drunk, useless husband like her father. Living alone isn’t so bad, she thought.

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

Angel used to think about marriage with Sean a lot. Yes, when Angel was still healthy she was happy every time Sean talked about their wedding plans, one of which was about their dream wedding venue, the cathedral. Angel thought she still felt the atmosphere, but when Anne asked them to marry, she was not at all happy. As the doctors said, Angel had only one month left, and she didn't want to be selfish to still have that dream. Marriage isn't just about herself, it's about Sean's life as well. Angel could not have the heart to leave Sean alone with a widower status.

"You know what, I will just go on. A prince came visiting her town one day and upon sighting him at the Kingdom's gate, she informed him of the new king's evil intentions to kill him which she overheard before she was thrown out of the palace. Taken by her kindness, he took her with him to his Kingdom." "Phew! Thank God for that prince. Did she end up marrying him?" "We won't know until the story ends right?" Her father asked. "Right." "She grew stronger and more beautiful everyday that he couldn't help but falling in love with her outstanding beauty. He helped her to get her kingdom back and they both got married and lived happily ever after." "Hurray," Iliana mumbled half asleep as she tri

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

The sight brought back memories of the disaster that was my own wedding. I hated weddings. This bride reminded me too much of myself…walking into a marriage with a man who was not only unfaithful but had also lied about his sexuality. It was horrible. I glanced at Antonio, whose eyes were locked onto the groom, filled with pure venom. And, oh boy, if there was ever a man who looked like he just saw his worst nightmare materialize, it was him. His face was pale, his shoulders stiff, his eyes flicking nervously in our direction.