Wife Led Marriage 소설 & 이야기

I sneered and turned back to my room. He wanted a wedding? In his dreams. A homewrecker would always be a homewrecker. On the day of the wedding, the banquet hall was packed with guests. I went too and stood on the second floor. Many of the guests had already heard rumors. But when they saw Vivian helping organize the wedding, they still came. “Maya Winter is something else. Her husband just died, and now she’s marrying another rich, handsome man.” “The dead one couldn’t compare to this one anyway.”

The stranger sent her a glare that would melt a glacier. As the silence lingered a few seconds too long, the older woman arched one brow. “Really?” His Grandmother drawled. Anita took a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Ma’am, considering no one in your family like this marriage that includes me too, I’m going out on a limb and throwing this out there. This marriage is a sham, bullshit, and utters ridiculous. This marriage is not legal, as we don’t have a marriage license. The only people present at the wedding were my parents, my sister, Michael and Daniel, who officiated this sham wedding with pretty words.”

"Leave the poor girl Esposa. Our village is so boring. Let a girl fantasize." "Let her fantasize about getting married. Fidel came to see her today. Poor guy. He brought flowers, vanilla. She just treated him like garbage before pushing him out." "I don't think she's ready yet then." Ema"s father still supported making his wife more agitated. "Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams."

Mia looked breathtaking in her wedding dress, and I felt a surge of pride knowing that she was now Mia Logan Mancini, my wife. The tension in the air was palpable as the ceremony commenced. We exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other through thick and thin. It was a commitment I took with utmost seriousness, knowing that our lives were now intricately entwined, and I would do whatever it took to protect her.

But it was very different after he got married. "She shouldn't care. I..." "You don't know that! You're just guessing!" Clay reiterated this, staring at Wolf more sharply. "I don't know what deal you made with your wife, but I know that marriage is a big deal for most women. They won't offer marriage without a strong reason. At least not true women—when they're not after money. I..." "Not for money. She willingly became my slave when she asked for that marriage." Wolf interrupted. "What the hell?!" Clay exclaimed, shocked.

They were a good-looking couple and were very pleasing to the eye. Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful Anya was, there was no hiding the fact that she was married before. At the wedding, very few people genuinely offered their blessings. Some people even were guessing how long their marriage would last. Kester’s POV: Inside the church, the priest, decked out in a sacred wedding Vestment, began officiating the wedding ceremony. “Mr. Kester Helsen, do you take Miss Anya Walter to be your wife? Do you promise to love her and to honor her for all the days in your life, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health…”

“That is to say, a marriage such as this one — a political union, yes, but also a union between a man and—” Another pause. “What I mean to say is that your duties as a wife extend beyond the ceremonial.” I kept my face entirely neutral when I finally realized that she was trying to give me The Talk. I pressed my lips together very firmly to prevent something as catastrophic as a chuckle from escaping. “I understand,” I said gravely. “Good.” She seemed relieved to have the understanding established without further elaboration. “Varul is—” She considered her next words with the expression of someone navigating a minefield in formal shoes. “He is not a tender man by reputation. But he is not—”

The disgruntled wife countered: "Other things are acceptable, but this cannot be easily satisfied. The wedding has been agreed to by both parties, has come to a decision, and cannot be canceled easily. "Why can't you accept Nathan's wishes?" Father Nathan soberly analyzed: "This marriage has only been briefly discussed and has never been formalized. Except for the two families, no one knows about the matter. Therefore, it can be resolved peacefully. We just need a chat." "You say it very well, but who knows what could have happened. The important thing is that I disagree with you as well as Nathan." The wife is determined to follow her will. She really couldn't talk back to her husband, so s

she stated. “I had pizza,” I informed her. “Pizza? Are you planning to gain some weight? Your wedding is a few months from now!” “The darn wedding! Aunt, can you help evade the fixed marriage? I don’t want to get married!” “Do you want to become like me? An old maid? A spinster?” “Of course not! I want to marry for love!” I shared with her about my ideal man, and she just laughed at me. “Marriage is a partnership, dear, and you know how the partnership works. It will be a success once the partners have the same vision and ideals, remember?”

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"