Cutie Please Marry Me Again Novel Novels & Stories

I smiled happily inwardly and muttered to myself, “I really want to go back and punch my past self a few times to wake her up. This is clearly an extremely profitable deal! No, that’s not right! This is a super high-profit deal where money makes more money!” Looking at the compensation I would receive after three years of a contractual marriage, one billion dollars, I decisively signed my name without hesitation. Leo, standing beside me, looked both shocked and incredulous. He probably hadn’t expected me to agree so quickly, so he asked again. “You really read all the terms?” I put the pen down, looked at him with confusion, and shrugged. “Of course. Is there a problem?” Leo still seemed sur

“No offence here, but you are not going to heal by staying indoors and swimming. I mean, this place is great and all, but you need some alcohol to loosen you up, party, and maybe some cute guys to fill up the vacuum.” My face immediately twisted, and I shook my head. “Yes to everything, but no cute guy will fill the vacuum that Davy has left. Don’t even suggest it to me.” “My bad.” Kim held up hands in apology, and I waved it off. “You still love him?” “Is that even a question? I married him, so of course I loved him. I thought he would choose me, hence the ultimatum, but if I had known he was adamant, I would have…”

She was way too happy for the upcoming wedding between Evan and me. “I said he acted like a villain in a romance novel,” I corrected with a playful smirk. “There's a difference.” Maria held up a sleek off-shoulder gown against my body and narrowed her eyes, assessing. “Hmm. And now you’re about to marry the villain. Plot twist.” I raised a brow. “Are you calling my life a N*****x series now?” “Oh honey, we’re in season three at least,” she teased, placing the gown aside and grabbing a new one. “The divorced heiress, the mysterious adoption, the family secret, and now...the bridal arc. We’re just missing a secret baby or a twin sister.”

“Don’t get it twisted. I’m only here because I have something to say. First, never call me again. And don’t you dare ask about my father—you lost that right long ago.” Beatrice smiled, unfazed. “Are you done?” She slid a file across the table. Marianna glanced at it with disgust. “What the hell is this?” She opened it. “A marriage certificate?” she spat. “What the hell does this have to do with me?” Beatrice took her hands. “Congratulations, darling. You’re getting married.” Marianna burst into laughter. “You’ve lost your mind. You must be confusing me with Luna. Why the hell is my name on this?”

"You're the wife of the developer, of course, you're going to get special awards from it. I don't care what anyone else says. Now, let's get this over with." Trisha adjusted the wedding dress that was wrapped around her virtual body. "Last chance to back out," she whispered. "Yeah right," Logan answered. "Not happening. You're stuck, Trisha." "Not the way I would have put it," Rachel remarked with a chuckle. "And not the way it's going." Jace sighed. "Now, if I can have order again. Trisha, I'm keeping this short. Do you want to marry all these guys?" "Real romantic," Trisha replied.

he cut in. I froze. “Alright?” His grin deepened, slow and confident. “You want to marry me again? Fine. Let’s make it happen.” My heart soared. “You mean it?” I couldn’t hold it back—a raw, joyous cry escaped me as I threw my arms around him. He laughed softly, nuzzling into my shoulder before pulling back to gaze at me. Technically, we were already married, yes. But this felt like a fresh start. A true beginning.

Aurelia whispered, cutting me off with the softest whimper I had ever heard from her. “Well, a physical home,” I answered and closed the distane between us in one step, “It will only be a home if you agree to marry me again, Aurelia.” Yes. This was a proposal. In the middle of nowhere. Before a structure that could be our future home. Aurelia’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened and despite the fear of rejection coursing through me, I let out the question, “Aurelia, will you marry and mate with me? Again?”

"Louis..." "I know we're already married," he said fast. "I know we have rings. But those rings... they were from a business deal. A merger. Not from love." He opened the box. Inside was a simple, beautiful diamond. Not huge. Just perfect. "This one is from love. From me. To you. Will you marry me again? For real this time?" I started crying. Stupid, happy crying. "Yes," I said. "Yes, yes, yes."

She's playing her game very well. “I know you don't want this marriage, and I don't want it either. I made it easier for us and got us married in the court so we can easily get a divorce when you are tired of this facade. Why don't we work together to stop this wedding that my grandpa is planning to hold?”

“You once told me you had a secret life in town. Is there any room for me there?” “No. As much as it pains me to say this, I’m not a marrying kind of man. My heart is hardened and revenge is the only thing that drives me. I’ll not let a beautiful woman—no matter how passionate she is—turn my thoughts to love and family.” He kissed her forehead again. “Isabelle, find your betrothed and marry him. I’m certain he’ll make a fine husband. I hope you understand.”