Unspoken Truth About Marriage Novels & Stories

he continued, “ now the wedding is complete. That part of the plan is done and dusted. But the companies. the empire are not yours yet.” Xavier stiffened and said in a strange voice. “What do you mean, sir? We have fulfilled every condition. Every clause. And The wedding is now official.” Mr. Blackwood’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Official, yes is true. But I sense deception and some art of Lying. Your marriage lacks one essential truth And evidence.” My heart skipped. “What truth, sir?” I ask not politely. “You have not solidified your bond with a strong evidence,” he said bluntly. “Until you produce an heir proof that this marriage is real in every sense the Blackwood empire will not

But I found out he didn't feel the same about me on our wedding day. Okay, to be perfectly honest with you and me. I knew he wasn't head over heels in love with me. But ladies, you know what I thought. I thought he would eventually fall in love with me because I'm sweet and love this man so much. Only if he gave our marriage a chance could we live blissfully ever after. But I had no idea how much he didn't love me and didn't want to marry me. So to envision him falling in love with me, from what I experienced at our wedding and in our marriage, it appeared it would never happen. Despite all that, we are married. So did love ever emerge to the surface? If it did make its appearance, was it du

I looked‍ at her, and for⁠ the first‍ tim‍e in⁠ a l‌ong time, I felt comple⁠tely undone. I turned toward the micro⁠phones. “Tha⁠t’s the truth,” I sai⁠d. “‌Our marriag‌e isn’t⁠ a s‌tory for y⁠our h⁠eadlines. It‍’s not a st‍rategy‌ or a scandal. It’s two people who foun‌d each othe‌r‍ when t‌hey were‍n’t supposed to — and decided to stay.”

My silence said more than I wanted it to. Her voice rose, sharper now. “You’re proving my point! You do have feelings for her!” I turned away. “Stop, May.” “No,” she shouted. “You owe me the truth!” I faced her again, my patience finally breaking. “You want the truth? Fine.” She froze. “Our marriage,” I said slowly, “was never about love. You know that. I married you because my family expected it. In order to help your sorry ass. Not because I loved you.”

I felt the shift in her—annoyance first, then consideration, then that quiet recalibration she did when she accepted a truth she hadn’t wanted spoken aloud. She hated when I did that. She listened anyway. “Sometimes,” she said coolly, “I forget you’re not just here because of the marriage.” I leaned back slightly, crossing my arms. “And sometimes I forget you still think that’s all I am.” Her jaw tightened. There it was. The space between us. Always full. Always unspoken. The marriage had been a political necessity. Everyone knew that. Two powerful bloodlines. Two volatile territories. A calculated union to stabilize an unstable region. We had stood before the elders, sworn vows we hadn’t ch

“I know this isn’t how you dreamed it would be.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “It feels like I’m living someone else’s life.” Her voice was low, steady. “You will be alright..” I opened my eyes, and hers shone with something I couldn’t quite name. “Marriage,” she said softly, “isn’t about the wedding or the promises you make in front of a crowd. It’s about what you choose to build when no one is watching.” Her hands found mine, squeezing gently. “And you… you have the heart to build something real, even from something unexpected.”

she murmurs, her words vibrating from my neck to my inner thighs. She pushes herself against me even though there is barely any space left between us. My self control is threading on a thing line and I feel myself about to snap. “I have something to tell you” I say which peaks her interest as she pulls away just enough to look at my face. I want to tell her the truth about the marriage, that it wasn’t real. That we could indulge our desires and we won’t be betraying anyone. I take a deep breath. “The marriage is not real” I say, my voice is shaky.

“Have you forgotten that I am a barren man?” Sean was silent for a moment. He certainly hadn't forgotten that fact, but why did Harvey have such limited thoughts about the meaning of marriage? “The purpose of marriage is not to have children, Harvey. Children are only a gift from God, so you can still be happy with or without having children.” "You talk like this because you already have Harriet." Now Sean got up from his reclined position to sit up straight. He was also thinking how to deal with this situation. "Did you ever talk about your infertility to Caroline?"

He ran a hand through his hair roughly. That ticked me off. “Fuck you, Adrian,” My mouth opened, then I kept walking, my eyes never leaving his. “You are a fucking hypocrite.” He raised a brow, his face still blank, “You stand there accusing me like some righteous king, but you lied to me from the beginning.” I took another step until there was barely any space between us. “You built our entire marriage on half-truths and secrets, and now you want to talk about betrayal because I wanted answers?”

I was trying my best to take Zaroon Durani down without having an eye contact with him although I hate him to my very core and here, she was asking me to marry him. “I would never marry him.” My juice was finished but this conversation made my throat all dry again. “Why do you have someone else?” She asked with her eyes widened. “What are you a gossip girl?” I narrowed my eyes at her making her squint her eyes more urging me to answer as I added. “No, I don’t have someone. Marriage needs trust and I don’t think I can do that on anyone now. Everyone’s selfish plotting their own games.” I stated the truth as I never planned on getting married. It would open a new world to me and that would be