100 Novel(s) Related To Twisted Marriage

"You find that funny? You've been leading me on.Making me think you love me as much as I love you but all this while,you were preparing for your wedding" Okay. I'm beyond confused right now because he looks pretty serious. I looked down at the newspaper. And there it was I was supposedly getting married to one of the most powerful Brazilian billionaire,Damien O'Connell. Maybe it's another woman who goes by my name but my breath caught in my throat when I saw my picture. I don't understand. How can I be getting married?

Was this the same man she got married to three years ago? What changed? What did she do wrong? That night, Emilia couldn't catch a glimpse of sleep as she tossed and turned in bed, regretting her decision to sign the papers without checking. But nothing could go wrong, right?

“Are you going to be our new mommy?” The question hit me like a quiet punch. Shawn’s hand found my shoulder, steadying me. “No, sweetheart,” I said softly. “I’m going to marry your father. But your mommy will always be your mommy.” Carlisle watched us with a complicated expression. Later, while the twins explored the terrace with Shawn, she pulled me aside near the windows overlooking Central Park. “I’m getting married too,” she said, almost conversationally. “To a CEO in London. He knows about the twins. He’s good with them. Stable. The kind of man who doesn’t need contracts or systems to stay.”

the man said, turning back to his book. “The Cawthorn Corp goes to any of the children who gets married first and their marriage has to last for at least a year” the man said calmly as he flipped the pages. “What?” Festus snapped. “You heard the man and fortunately enough, I’m engaged, to be married” I said, showing him my fingers, the ring carefully placed to shine. “You thief!” Maria said, standing up. “How am I a thief, I’m my father’s first child and I’ll be getting married, aren’t you supposed to be happy for me?” I asked, a smirk forming on my lips.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

Simone and Kyle were college sweethearts and had wanted to get married after they graduated. But Kyle's parents had been against the union, thereby arranging for me to get married to their son. And I have to say, out first year of marriage was like a battlefield. Kyle had resented me because I was keeping him away from his love. How pathetic. "Get out." I was sick of doing this. Sick of going back and forth. This ends now. "What?" "You heard me. This is just a one time thing." I pointed at the door. I was going to make sure it never happened ever again.

’ Her eyes didn’t leave the spot the maid took before disappearing into the kitchen. ‘Gosh, can we not talk about that right now?’ I slapped my hands to my face ‘It changed since the wedding night I saw them; I was vexed at first. But I came to realize that the idea of maids wasn’t that bad after all. Xavier didn’t want me stressing’ ‘I grew up believing that maids stole husbands, but these ones I have Xavier rarely speaks to them. At least, I haven’t seen him speak to them before. If he also wants to, I am sure it would be purely work stuff, so I have nothing to worry about’

"Alright." When we got to the car, he courteously opened the door for me. "Emilia, I've already prepared your anniversary gift. I'll try to spend more time with you these days. It's time we had a child, too." I didn't respond. This marriage was a mistake from the start, including the idea of a child. It was all part of Twinkle's plan. When we arrived at the house, I walked ahead. Twinkle's phone rang. He answered, frowning slightly as he glanced at the screen.

He thanked me and held the chopsticks in his left hand, and I smiled when the gold band on his left finger shone. Six months after dating, the twins took me to Sunset Drive and proposed to me with the view of the sunset behind us. I cried so much that day and accepted it without much thought. We have been married in our past life, so it's only natural that we do it again. A few months later, I was officially married to Zac because unfortunately, the law doesn't permit a throuple to get married. That didn't stop me from being married to both of them. Because my heart and my soul are already bound to them.

It seems that she was not given a chance to get out of it or make a decision of her own. A few moments later, a caterer arrived and set the dining table. There is also a judge with the lawyer who will perform the ceremony of marriage. Money and connection do different things. Even if it was only a secret marriage, it still looks like a grand event. The twins were very happy when they found out that their father was going to marry her. “Gurl, I’m really jealous of you!” Daisy whispered excitedly.

The once-secret marriage, now transformed into a journey of redemption, faced the twists of fate with a newfound strength. In a moment of clarity, Victoria proposed a plan to unveil their true relationship to the world. The twists in their story had led them to a crossroads, and the shadows of the secret marriage no longer held the same power. A grand gala, mirroring the opulence of their initial charade, would become the stage for their genuine connection. The mansion, adorned with elegance and echoes of the past, would witness the unveiling of their love to the world. As the gala approached, Victoria and Alexander faced the challenges of reconciling their true selves with the expectations of society. The twists of their journey had led them to a point of no return, and the shadows of redemption became the guiding force in their shared narrative.

After the ceremony which didn't even take an hour, Mirabel and Oliver walked back to her apartment. While on the way, Mirabel couldn't help but hesitate to bring Oliver back to her apartment. 'If not for the requirements that the husband and wife must live together I wouldn't have even brought him back. Hopefully, he isn't a maniac, he seems drunk maybe I can overpower him if he does anything stupid.' Mirabel keeps thinking throughout the walk. Meanwhile, Oliver who was still imagining her charming voice was thinking on a whole different level, 'This wedding won't be long? Hmph, little wife you think you will get rid of me after a week? Dream on 'cause this will go on forever.'

What sort of behavior is acceptable, and what is not? Will they hate me? Will they figure us out and reject our marriage? Will I lose my job if they reject the marriage? If I can't convince them for an entire year that I'm his lovely, obedient wife, I'll lose both the job I got after years of job hunting and the four million dollar deal! After twisting and turning for hours in bed, I finally fell asleep.

I picked up the pen. With a shaky breath, I signed my name. The ink dried quickly, final and unforgiving. Adrian stood and extended his hand toward me. “Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Blackwood.” Before I could respond, the office door opened. A stunning woman in a red dress stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She froze when she saw me sitting there. Her gaze shifted to Adrian, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t tell me you were getting married,” she said. Adrian’s jaw tightened. And in that moment, I knew— This marriage was already far more complicated than a contract.

"Is everyone a bitch to you?" "You're not." He said, making my heart warm. "Then why did you do the whole charade of marrying her?" "I couldn't kidnap you, but I didn't want to really marry her either, so I faked the whole ceremony to make you believe it. I'm not a man who breaks his promises and I certainly did not want to make any vows to her. I do not consider her as my wife." "Then what about all the people at the wedding?" "They know I didn't marry her. They're....friends of sorts. It was all just to make you believe."

She browsed through some school's profiles and gathered a few more pieces of information just before she signed in for work. Eric's receptionist, dialed the intercom to inform him of his ex-wife's presence at the reception. "Damn!" Eric exclaimed. He had completely forgotten he had some paperwork left to finalize with her today. Let her in, he responded to Mary as he ruffled his fingers through his hair. He hoped all they had agreed on had been properly documented as he did not want any arguments today. His marriage to Jessica was filled with arguments mostly centered around his infidelity. She felt Eric did not shower as much love as he did before they got married. She will not be able to fully commit to children when she always felt so insecure and decided to end the marriage before it began.

She added a little bit of seductive voice And he dropped his jaw.. ”how old are you” he asked “Ten. Wait for me, my name is Ilham let’s get married in the future and have our honeymoon in Paris and have five kids "she ranted. then tiptoed and kiss hiss cheek then left… Leaving him standing there wondering what just happened ?

Soon we both found our release and I continued to cuddle her from behind. "I can't believe you asked me to marry you during sex," she spoke after a while. "And I can't believe you said yes." I replied with a small chuckle. "Only to you, Wilson." She sighed and turned towards me with a small smile on her face. I kissed her nose, feeling happy and lucky at the same time. "What if we hadn't slept together that night?" I asked, running my hands against her soft skin. "We would have eventually slept together, Wilson. Like you said, this," she gestured between us, " The chemistry, is always going to be there." she smirked, using my own words to me.

“Respectable? My name is in dirt, Alex… well thanks to Veronica, i wouldn’t even be talking about a failed marriage. Everyone saw me disgraced at the wedding. They’ll laugh the moment you stand next to me.” “They’ll laugh,” he agreed, his voice was calm. “Until they realize the woman who walked away from Eric Wilson is now married to his elder brother, the one who actually holds the reins of the family empire. Then they’ll stop laughing and start wondering how powerful you must be to stand beside me.” My stomach churned. His logic was ice-cold, every word cut through my pride. And the worst part was that it almost made sense. I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head. “You’re insane. Even if I considered this… arrangement… people would see right through it. They’d know it’s fake.”