All Chapters of Marrying Mr. Stranger : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Are you crazy, Anaya? You're really going to trade me for someone you just met?!" My fiancé shouted angrily, but instead of being scared, I just laughed and shook my head, giving him a sarcastic grin. "No, Dave. I'm not crazy. My decision to marry him, even though I just met him, is the right one, better than marrying you!" I shouted back at him and then turned my gaze to the man beside me. I didn't know him; his posture was mysterious. He was wrapped in a jacket as if he had a contagious disease, and he was wearing a mask. Only his eyebrows and eyes were visible. I couldn't say he was ugly or unattractive because I hadn't seen his whole face yet. "Anaya, please stop this. It's embarrassing to our guests! It's your wedding to Dave today, but why are you doing this?" My father angrily scolded me. "Anaya, look. If I did something wrong to you, let's talk about it after the wedding," Dave pleaded, trying to hold me, but I pushed him away. I gave him a cold stare and shook my head. I

I just stared blankly at the paper in my hand. "Wow, his name is so cool!" - Marriage Certificate - Wife's name: Anaya Grace Santillian Gutierrez AGE: 22 YEARS OLD HOME ADDRESS: Bacoor *** Street "*"" Inc ** Gret HUSBAND NAME: Aurelius Kael Quinn Gutierrez AGE: 27 YEARS OLD ADDRESS: Bacoor *** Street "*"" Inc ** Gret I stared blankly at his name. It's long, and it suits him; it has a mysterious vibe. I sighed and placed the paper on the table along with the card he gave me earlier. I approached the paper bags in front of me and chose clothes I could wear. Before that, I took a bath, and afterward, I dug through everything he bought for me. There were bags, clothes, jewelry, and other things a woman needs; you'll be wowed. And when I got bored, I lay on the bed and didn't realize I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up feeling slightly more composed. Yesterday's whirlwind still felt surreal, but the luxurious surroundings and the mountain of shopping bags were undeniabl

I was nervous as I stepped into the building. I gathered my courage before fully entering, but I went to the restroom outside first. There's a restroom at the guardhouse. Two days... Two days I was gone. Two days I didn't know what to say to Tasya. When I reached the lobby, I suddenly saw her. Tasya. She was standing near the elevator, her face a mix of worry and... surprise? It was as if she couldn't believe she was seeing me. “Anaya?” she said softly, her voice full of questions. I stopped walking. My heart felt like it was going to explode with nervousness. I smiled at her because I didn't know where to begin. There were so many things I wanted to say, but it felt like I couldn't say anything at all. I saw the worry in her eyes, the worry that I knew I deserved. I had worried her. I had worried her so much. “Tasya…” That was all I could say. My voice was barely a whisper. She came closer and immediately gave me a very hard slap. She did come closer, but with it came a hard sla

"All of you, get back to work," she said seriously, and told me that she would go back to her office first because she had a lot to do. So, we wouldn't be able to eat together today.I could only sulk at my desk, still facing the computer. I was also getting hungry."Wahhh, it's already 12:30? That's why I'm hungry," I exclaimed in a low voice, afraid Chiska would hear me and accuse me of seeking attention again."Ms. Santillan, Sir Kael is calling you to his office," I jumped in my seat at my coworker's words."Why?" I asked her, but she just shrugged.I nodded and started walking towards his office.I frowned as I walked to Kael's office. I didn't even know why he called me. Was it because I laughed earlier? He didn't even say why he summoned me, so I was a little nervous.What could this be about? Was there a problem? But it also crossed my mind that maybe… he was going to fire me. That's impossible! I don't have a bad record. If he's going to tell me off about something we have,

Kael seated me in his swivel chair; the wheels turned slightly as I adjusted. His desk, usually neat, was a bit messy with scattered papers and documents. I felt anxious looking at them—the deadlines, the responsibilities; everything suddenly felt heavy. Kael stood beside me, hands in his pockets. He was silent, but his intimidating presence was palpable. I didn't know what would happen, but since I'd gotten into a fight, I accepted I was about to be scolded. We waited for Sir Leo and Chiska to arrive. Every second felt like a year; the silence was thick with tension. The only sounds were my shallow breaths and my pounding heart. What would they say? What would happen? These questions circled in my mind. A few minutes later, they arrived, following right behind us. My headache persisted. Of course, it would hurt after a hair-pulling, slapping fight with a witch, wouldn't it? I almost tackled Chiska because of the things she said. I thought the fight was over, but here we were, in