All Chapters of Our Marriage, Our Rules: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SavannahDo you ever feel like there's someone responsible for your destiny, and they're messing with you all the way? Because I do. I think the same.I've always been known to be a hustler, and I take pride in it. But occasionally, I feel like the hustle isn't meant for me.I have a dream, just like every young woman, and I want to achieve those dreams—to be better and do better. But it is a struggle for me, especially with a sick mother, an absent father, and a lazy brother. I must do everything, give up my schooling and my things, and be a family woman.Even right now, I'm in the hospital, watching as my mom is tied to a life machine. The beeping sound constantly reminds her that she can't do anything alone.I sigh as I wrap my hands around her dainty ones, placing a kiss on her knuckles."Please be okay," I whisper as I rub her knuckles tenderly. "You have to be okay."I hear footsteps entering the room, and I turn to see the doctor standing there. "You didn't leave?" He asks, watc

DOMINICI sit behind the desk and watch as my father rattles on about the board, wanting me to get married. I don't understand why I must be married before handling a business I've been running for years.“You're soft with these men. You own most of the company, so why must I get married before I can take over?”He sighs, “Son, they own shares too, and besides, the fact that you are getting married is a good image for the company, and I also want grandbabies, too. I'm not getting any younger”.“Dad, don't start, please. I prefer the single life; women are just too stressed. I need to focus on the work without a nagging wife”.He smiles and says, “You might think so, son, but you'll understand when you meet your wife and have that intimacy.”I look at my father, really look at him. He's tired, and there are dark circles under his eyes, and I can't help but feel a tinge of guilt. He's been running around looking for this marriage ever since.“Okay, fine,” I mutter. “What's the deal with

DominicI observe her green eyes glaring at me from across the table, and I can't help but smirk. She's feisty.I came here expecting to see his spoiled daughter, not this stunning beauty. Her hair falls in curls over her shoulder, and I'm tempted to know how soft they feel. Her lips, painted with nothing but lip gloss, are mesmerizing. Her dress hugs her body in all the right places, and her figure is so alluring that I find myself drawn to it.But no, I can't go there. I maintain my smirk as her eyes narrow at me. “So you're going to be my wife?” I remark, scanning the room. “I wasn't expecting someone like you.”“Somebody like me?” she asks, curious about my perception. Her voice is soothing, almost like a siren's. Well, not that I've heard one, but I imagine this is what a siren sounds like.“Yes,” I say, looking at her but not elaborating further. I expected her to ask for clarification, but she didn't.“If you're expecting me to ask about what you mean, I'm afraid that's not goin

DominicI still don't understand her reaction. It's pathetic. I've been replaying that moment, and I always feel the same way.Like a fool, that's right.She snorted at my options and signed them immediately without hassle. If I hadn't seen the challenging glint in her eyes, I would've thought this would be easy.Who would've thought my wife or contract bride would easily accept my rules?And to think that she pushed the announcement back; I thought she was anxious to be Mrs. Marshall, but I was wrong.“Dude,” I snap back to the present, “you're not even listening to what I said.”I scowl at Chris and say, “I am.” even though I wasn't, I have no idea what he was saying, and neither do I care when my mind is occupied with a certain someone.“Bullshit.” He says as he looks at me, “You have no idea what I was saying.”“Seriously, I am,” I say, trying to convince him even though I know it is a futile effort.He lifts his brows and asks, “What did I just say?”I shut my mouth. He glares at

DominicIt's the company's gathering, and everyone is here. Dad decided it should be held in our home.I can hear the faint sound of music from here. After tonight, my life will change.I shove my hands into my pants pocket and gaze into the quiet night. The distant lights of the city are so much more beautiful up here. I love the peace and quiet, whereas my dad loves the city.The door opens, and I turn to see Chris standing there. “It's your engagement night, man. Lighten up.”Chris is dressed in a sophisticated dark blue three-piece suit that shows the vibrant blue of his eyes, and a black tie complements his suit. His blond hair is slicked back, and his eyes seem to hold a perpetual sense of amusement. He completes the look with a pair of sleek black dress shoes. I swear, every time I see this dude, He has a ring on every finger but his marriage finger.Today, he’s wearing the ring on his pinkie finger, which, if I'm being honest, is his style.I scowl and say, “Of course you find