Dan Marries Novels & Stories

** We were three men, half-drunk and emotionally bruised, sitting in my penthouse like the world had ended and we were waiting for the aftershocks. Santino was halfway through my dumplings. Dante was halfway through his third drink. I was halfway to a breakdown. Then Dante cleared his throat. “I have an announcement.” Santino looked up, suspicious. “You’re not dying, are you?” “Worse,” Dante said, grinning. “I’m getting married.” I blinked. Santino choked on his drink. “You’re what?” “Married,” Dante repeated, like it was a word he’d just learned and decided to ruin. “Tying the knot. Locking it down. Putting a ring on it.”

“Why?” “Because I’m going to marry her.” The words were delivered with the same lack of emotion Damien used to discuss quarterly earnings. No excitement, no uncertainty, no hint that he’d just said something completely insane. “You…” Marcus struggled to find words. “Damien, you don’t even date. You’ve barely looked at a woman in years. And now you’re talking about marriage after what, one conversation?” “Sixteen minutes and forty-three seconds.” Still no emotion. Just precision. “And yes.”

Stella explained, starting to understand that Marvin was rescuing her in front of Damian. "You managed to make your husband panic and worry. Don’t do this again," Marvin said. "Husband?" Damian spoke up. "You two are married?" Marvin and Stella looked at Damian. "Yes, Stella and I recently got married," Marvin said, taking Stella’s hand and showing their wedding rings. "But I haven’t seen any news about your marriage," Damian said.

I stood there alone, staring into the night, wondering if Luca was somewhere beneath that same sky. I wrapped my arms around myself, breath hitching. I was married, but I've never felt more alone. ***** (Damien's POV) The morning of my wedding arrived like any other business deal—cold, calculated, and inevitable. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I adjusted the cufflinks on my sleeves. My initials, D.D., intertwined like an emblem of legacy. I was about to get more than just a bride—I was sealing an alliance between two of the most powerful families in the region. A merger disguised as matrimony.

She glanced at him and said, "Now the results are out... I guess I'll never see you often." Marian stopped midway on the hallways as she turned her heel around and faced him. She put her cell phone on her slacks as she realized everything. She will be marrying Danny after the results came out, and since she got in as their official professor, she will have to do it no matter what. Paul Sy, Danny's father, didn't have and nowhere to go as he sealed the promise that was granted. As much as he wanted to destroy the plan, he will never get to hear from it. He glanced at the ceilings as he realized that Marian will marry Danny after the results came out.

Olivia said smiling and Asher was suprised how did Olivia know about it but on the other side Henry and Sarah shocked. Henry was taken a back not sure when she heard about Damon's wedding and Sarah was shocked knowing that Damon got married... Blood rushed in her whole body. "What?" Sarah asked. Her voice came out a bit rough and loud. "Umm... Sarah..." Henry tried to call but Sarah ignored him. "Da... Damon got... Married? When? It's not... True... Is it?" Sarah asked getting up from the couch. She looked confusingly at Olivia and Asher. "Well... Yeah. Damon got married yesterday to Riya. I'm happy for him. Damon is lucky to have Riya." Olivia said and Sarah was about to say something when

Marco's and Monique's shouts took me out of my daze. I had completely forgotten that they were there, silently peeping into our drama from the bar downstairs. "Thank you!" Aren called out their way before finally claiming my lips with the right amount of passion. *** We skipped the divorce part, and simply destroyed our contracts, but our "real" marriage required a few additional and much more complicated steps. I had already met Aren's entire family, but he still needed to meet my Grandma, and I knew that this part could be painful… for him.

‘And I can't wait to marry you and make you my wife,’ he said in his heart, watching the face he had been madly infatuated with for years. “Nothing. Let's go.” “But..” Brielle made a meek attempt to stop him. But the man was quicker than her and pulled her to him until she stumbled into his arms. “Better. Let's go.” With a nudge, he gently led her out of his office. Brielle had no idea how things had turned out this way. One moment, she was still in his office, and the next, they were in his car, driving to get their marriage certificate.

“And the press” A knot formed in my stomach. “I'll be introducing you as my wife” For a second, I forgot how to breathe. “So… tomorrow” “Tomorrow” “But we won't even be married yet”. I said “We will”. Damian replied I blinked. “When” “This afternoon” I stared at him. “This afternoon?”. “Yes” “As in…”. I glanced at the wall clock on the wall. “…Today?” Damian checked his watch as though we were discussing a business meeting instead of a marriage.

His tall frame cast a long shadow over me. "I, Chris Anderson, am stepping up to the plate. I'll take Owen's spot and marry you." I stared up at him. After a long beat, all I could manage was a single word. "Sure." And so, under the stunned and confused stares of the crowd, I married Chris. The second the marriage certificate landed in my hands, it hit me that my ten years with Owen had been nothing but a joke. I had poured every last drop of love I had into him, only to be abandoned time and time again whenever Monica called.