Cast Emergency Couple Novels & Stories

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

But suddenly, Catherine grabbed her hair too, making her scream in pain. “Shit!” Wulfric cursed under his breath, pulling Catherine’s hand off her. Anderson jumped back into the fight, going straight for the father of her twins. And all hell broke loose. Screams and curses filled the banquet hall as chaos broke out until a bunch of huge guys burst in from outside. “Let me go! I’m gonna make that bitch bald!” Dory screamed while trying to free herself from security. “Momma, you’re bleeding,” Lottie cried. Clung tightly to her twin. “Daddy! Daddy!”

The caption read: “In response to recent online rumors, our CEO Mr. Carter has something to say: ‘My wife is Aurora Walton. Rumormongers, show some respect.’ @Frost&ClearStudio @AuroraWalton.” A simple caption, paired with a stunning photo, instantly ignited a wave of excitement across the internet. Within ten minutes, the post had already received over a million likes and tens of millions of shares. Its reach was nothing short of explosive. Even people who rarely went online started searching for Lucas and Aurora. Their matching wedding bands sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight. Countless fans flooded the comments with heartfelt congratulations and plenty of envy too. Aurora soon got wi

The following day. The photos were published across major news outlets. Zach and Julie stood side by side. The rose tattoo on her left ring finger was clearly visible. From a distance, they looked like a newly married couple who had just completed their ceremony. In an instant, congratulations flooded in from everywhere. My mother was the only one who called me and asked, “Wasn’t that supposed to be a couple’s tattoo? Why does the person in the photo not look like you?” I had no answer.

"Then set it to 29th. After the wedding, it is the New Year's Day holiday, so the wedding leave and New Year's Day will last a little longer." "All right." Emman and Emily looked at the small red book, but they didn't have worries in their hearts. Flash marriage, it was nothing. As long as the family and people they met were good, time did not matter. So far, the performance of William and his family was really impeccable. Even Bruce could accept Elisa. Adults could act up, but children could not. Elisa listened to the conversation of the three people, and there was not much fluctuation in her heart.

He didn't knock, simply let himself in. I followed. We'd been in Portland for the weekend while Pris and Jaymeson did publicity over the second movie in his latest blockbuster series - one that also starred my sister. You can imagine how happy the press was to discover that not only had the Casanova settled down and gotten married to a pastor's daughter, but she was a debut actress, amazing really, and they were expecting their first child. It was as if Christmas had thrown up on them and missed me completely. Jaymeson had helped Pris get over our parents' death.

I muted the massive television screen with a sharp, violent stab of the remote control. The image froze on the screen, trapping the moment in pixelated high definition: Cole, looking taller and more arrogant than ever, standing on the rain-slicked tarmac at LAX. His arm was wrapped protectively around that... creature. That pregnant stray he had dragged out of the gutter and draped in Lander diamonds. “We are very happy.” The caption ran beneath them in bold yellow letters. LANDER CEO CONFIRMS MARRIAGE: A RESCUE ROMANCE.

“I need to celebrate. Can your parents watch the kids tonight? I want to take you to dinner. Proper celebration dinner, not crisis-management dinner.” “Done. I’ll arrange it.” That evening, they went to the same Italian restaurant where they’d reconnected months ago. This time, the mood was different not desperate reconnection during catastrophe but actual celebration of survival and progress. “To surviving,” Damien toasted. “To rebuilding. To being stronger on the other side of disaster.” “To partnership. To refusing to let catastrophe destroy us. To choosing each other repeatedly.” Seraphine clinked glasses. They talked for hours about the film project, about Charlotte’s academic advanceme

"--- He blinks at me and I agree, leaving a kiss on his lips. "Guys, the quiz is about to start."--- One of the cruise employees walks by giving a warning, attracting our attention. "Camila and Ethan already have my support."--- Madu, on the other side, is already shouting, getting everyone's attention. Unfortunately for Leticia, she and her fiancé are not the central couple of this cruise. Ethan and I, even unconsciously, assume this position. Everyone likes us, everyone is watching us all the time. We are a celebrity couple, so to speak.

I was trying on my bridal dress when the hotel manager called. "Miss McPherson, someone's come to wreck your grand wedding venue," he announced, his voice tinged with a hint of glee. "You should come here to assess the damage." I was stunned. I had spent half a year of my hard-earned savings on this wedding! Who did these culprits think they were? Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I married my fiancé of seven years, Matteo Brando. Why was someone sabotaging our wedding now?