Dan Marries Novels & Stories

It couldn't be just any girl. He had to be able to bribe whoever was with him, especially if they were going to spend time together. The lawyer told him that they could meet at one of Stefano's favorite coffee shops in ten minutes. After some time, both were at the cafeteria table. "So what you want is to draw up a marriage contract in which it is specified that after that time you both will not see each other again, right?" "That's right" answered the man with the last name Mancini.

With a smile, I completed my sentence. “Just ask yourself Mayra exactly how many times you’ve cried after our marriage.” For few seconds his words started sounding cruel and true but the very next moment when he smirked after looking at my uneasiness, I felt a smile when I remembered the reason of marrying him. A doctor would never be able to hate his patient and here that doctor is wife too. “I better count that exactly how many times you have smiled after our marriage.” I said. His smirk instantly dropped down but instead a small smile curled up on the corner of his lips. His eyes lightens up and without saying anything, he walked out of the room.

I thought he would rebel on his parents since he looks like someone who doesn’t want anyone directing his life. I thought he would retaliate. But he didn’t. I thought wrong. It’s been a week since the pragmatic marriage plans started and I am starting to lose faith in humanity. Mrs. Kim was giggling with Mom on the couch in the living room as I walked down the stairs. In front of them are numerous magazines with beautiful places and gowns. Dad and Mr. Kim are on the veranda and talking about something related to business and expansion. I can’t help but hear it. They’re too loud and happy about the upcoming merger.

I asked as I stroked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “Oh yes. Aria! Oh my goodness!” He said. Jerome hasn't changed much since high school, he was my very good friend back in school. “Where have you been? After high school, you just disappeared like that. I reached out to your mom a year ago, and she told me you got married” He got a seat for the both of us. “ It was an arranged marriage, but now I'm divorced” I smiled weakly. We gisted a lot as we tried to catch up, then we exchanged contacts. It was getting late, we promised to check up on each other then he helped me get Anna into the car as I drove off.

Aurora quickly opened the file. "That is a contract of our marriage. You will be my wife and Luna outside, performing duties where you are needed, and then be nothing inside. We will never consummate in our marriage, and I will sleep with any woman I wish to. You will get paid afterward some bucks, and you can leave the pack," Alpha Adam said. Slowly, he stood up to walk towards her; he saw the tears crawling down her cheeks and felt his heart sting. But heck, why was he feeling guilty? "Why did you marry me then? What is the purpose of getting married to me?" Aurora said, turning to face him. She never knew this was really how he was; she thought he was being so nice and good to her. What c

he said again in Grace's ear, and again took the time to kiss her on the forehead. "Mr. and Mrs. Blair, the marriage certificate is complete. You can come out to take your turn with the other couples, please." A middle-aged woman came up to Grace and Noah to hand over the marriage certificate and subtly told them to get out of there so that the other couples could go through the marriage process as well. Noah nodded and led Grace out of the room. He noticed that Grace was daydreaming as she stared at her green marriage certificate. "Why, darling? I'm sorry that this marriage is forced. We have to get married to

"Okay. Let's get to work." Damon shook his head in disbelief as he put his phone down. He couldn't believe he was actually considering getting married. And all his random chicks were turning down the marriage proposal. He was a bit discouraged, But he knew he needed to do whatever it took to seal that deal. He just hoped he could find someone who would be willing to marry him at least for the show, to prevent Media's attention from being on his one-night stand scandals. The coffee waitress! What was her name again? Sarah, yeah Sarah.

It's obvious he doesn't want to be here, he looks up from his tangled fingers wearing a charming look on his face. "Grandpa Cooper is right, it's been a rocky year for us. With the accident, I almost lost two of the most important women in my life, my best friend and also my love, but I think I lost one along the way." Darren responded with a hidden note. "But I guess this marriage saves it all, I can have my way with my woman, so there is no point paying attention to the speculations from outside, we are cool and this marriage is happening for the best of our interests." He finished up his statement hiding his anger behind the charming look.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

"Wow. That is... a lot. Well, one thing is certain—the woman definitely, terrifyingly loves you. Did you ever actually plan on marrying her? You know, before our family contract dropped out of the sky?" ​"No," Alex said instantly, his blue eyes locking onto mine with absolute, unwavering sincerity. "I never planned on marrying anyone, ever. And I told Victoria that from the very beginning. I told her I was incapable of it. That’s exactly why she is extra furious right now—because we are married. She sees a contract she can't fight, and she thinks I lied to her." ​The heavy, electric chemistry that had been brewing between us since France suddenly felt grounded, shifting into something deeper