Cutie Please Marry Me Again Novel Novels & Stories

"But for someone who doesn't wear rings... I figured this one might fit better." It was simple, beautiful, and completely perfect, and for a moment, I completely forgot the infamous family heirloom. I had handed that one back to Liam the day we had arrived at the mansion, an act of symbolic closure. "So... do you think you would marry me again?" I asked, still processing everything. "I should never have let you go, Marianne. And I never will again." He kissed the hand wearing the ring, his eyes filled with a devotion that stole my breath. "Will you be my wife again? This time... without a divorce clause? Or a big family party?"

I sighed as he continued, “If I don’t make it out of here, promise me you’ll never go back to that man. Promise me that whatever lucky fucker you bless with your presence is worthy of that heart of gold you carry around in your chest.” I’m silent for what feels like forever when he whispers again, “Please.” “I’ll do you one better,” I whisper, “If we make it out of here, marry me. The only lucky fucker will be you.” A choked sob followed by a string of coughs sounds from behind me as hot fresh tears fall down my face, “I won’t hold it against you if you change your mind once your free.” I didn’t miss the way he said your and not we’re, but I don’t comment on it, “Try to rest. I’m going to fi

Despite this, I frantically wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. Then, after one final violent cough, a torrent of blood spilled from his mouth, splattering across my face. He collapsed back onto the bed, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Pierce, don’t leave me," I pleaded, wiping the blood from his face without a second thought. "Look at me, Pierce. You haven’t married me yet. Isn’t that what you’ve always dreamed of? I do want to get married to you. So, let’s get married." But this time, Pierce shook his head weakly.

Enough is enough. I decide to toughen up and take a bold step. "Yes. Since you're here and I'm in a wedding dress and we have aunt Hailey as a witness, what more do we need? For the first time in ten years I see Jasper smile again. "Yes. Let's go in." And just like that, I married another man. What he would gain from me, I really don't want to know, however, I'm relieved it's someone I know, otherwise, I don't know what I would've done, I don't think I would ever take the hand of a stranger.

Just a minute ago I was terrified that something bad had happened to them. “Turn around mommy!” Bella screamed happily, pointing behind me and I couldn't help but turn around. And there he was on one knee, holding a red velvet box with a sparkling diamond ring inside. “Dear ex-wife: will you marry me, again? I would like to spend the rest of my life with you and share more good memories with you. I love you so much, Katerina.” His voice was deep with emotions, eyes gentle as he looked at me as though the whole world had disappeared, leaving just the two of us.

literature enthusiasts. She had only read about this in novels—men with peculiar kinks, who liked seeing other men sleep with their wives because they find it ethically provocative and thrilling. Could Chris be one of those men? What kind of man did she marry? “If I die and you remarry, it shows you truly love that man, and he loves you. You can move on, love again, remarry, be loved, and have someone love our child. I'll be relieved and glad, knowing you've found happiness again. You don't have to dwell in pain forever. You can love and find happiness again. I'd be happy about that," Chris said softly, looking at Paige.

"What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming." "Seriously?" The lady chuckled, walking her hand on his chest. Mallory could see so much obsession and lust in her eyes. "Do I need to call the love of my life before showing up at his office?" Mallory couldn't stop the shock from reflecting in her eyes as she watched them, even Wilder noticed. Who was she to him? There was no way they could be married, right? No, her Wilder could not be married. Safiya was still holding him.

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

As the music comes to a stop, everyone falls into merriment mode, wines popping, and cheers echoing. Zeath pulls me into a tight hug. “What do you say I marry you again, my love?” he suddenly asks. My eyes widen with surprise. I didn’t think he would ask that all of a sudden. I mean, WE ARE already married. “But we are,” I reply. “Not the way I want it. I want us to walk up the altar again with our sincerity flouring behind our steps. The previous wedding was a lie. Let this one be real.” “So are you proposing again?”