Novel & Cerita Did Mikasa Get Married

"How was the dinosaur's wedding? I didn't see any articles about his wedding. I thought bigshot got married?" Mikev also knows Cole, they worked together on a project in Cayman Island before. "The wedding is private, there is no press. Cole's wife wants to keep the wedding simple. Cole asked me why didn't you come. I told her you are my reliever so we can't go on leave together."

Today I get to see her side which I hadn’t seen before. *** The next day, after winding up my work, I head to the cafe to meet up with Jace and Mike, as Jace had called and mentioned having something important to share. As we settle down, Jace hesitates before finally speaking up, “Guys, I’m getting married to Zara.” Mike questions, “Why so soon, bro?” “Yeah, you only met Zara a few days ago. Why the rush into marriage?” As we question him, Jace tells us the entire story.

Mark sarcastically said, which made Kim poke him. “If you don’t have anything sensible to say, just keep your mouth shut.” Kim glared at him as she gritted her teeth. Mark rolled his eyes and mocked his twin. “Can’t we look for my daughter now? We are wasting our time here.” Diego butted in. He just arrived, riding with his wheelchair and being pushed by his personal nurse. “Diego,” Anastacia approached his husband. “How’d you know?” She asked. “The wedding is all on the news. And Mariane was the talk of the town. They even call her the Runaway Bride.” He informed them.

“Cara is Titus’s real wife. They’re the ones who went to register for marriage at the city hall, and they also have a marriage certificate.” When Myka heard this, she cursed, “What the f*ck? He’s such a b*stard, and to think I’ve been calling him loyal and a good man! But he’s a sc*mbag! He’s so shameless!” Indeed. He was shameless.

The room chills. “You haven’t been with Marcus in five years.” Five years. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s 2026, Alessa.” My stomach drops. “No.” “Yes.” My breath stutters. “It’s 2021. We’re planning the wedding.” He leans forward. Slow. Deliberate. Like approaching something fragile. “We married in 2022.” My ears ring. “No.” His jaw tightens. “You’re my wife.” Not pleading. Not desperate. Possessive. Certain.

“Good?” Rita reached for her, dragging her up and into a kiss. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.” Mikayla settled against her, both of them breathless and tangled, sticky and flushed. For a long moment, they just held each other. Mikayla pressed her face into Rita’s neck. “I don’t think I want to marry him.” Rita froze. Just for a heartbeat. Then she whispered, “You don’t have to decide that tonight.”

“Okay, wow, I’m gonna need several follow-up questions, but first, you know I’m legally obligated to call you insane, right?” Misha didn’t budge. “She’s safe. And it’s a real marriage. We’ve got the ceremony, certificate, and all.” “I don’t see any wedding rings.” “She has one,” Misha said flatly. “Silver band. Simple.” James blinked. “That doesn’t count. That’s not a wedding ring, that’s a ‘cool thing I picked up off a battlefield’ ring. You told me that yourself three years ago.” Misha looked annoyed. “Because I did pick it up off a battlefield. Three years ago. It looked cool.”

he nodded, a small, tight nod, a gesture of confirmation, a silent acknowledgment of his return, "We got back a few weeks ago." "We?" "I got married, Damien." He looked down at the ring on his finger, a small smile touching his lips, a genuine smile that reached his eyes, a smile of quiet happiness, of contentment, "To Misa." "Misa," "More like a wedding for just us," he added, sensing my unspoken question, the lack of invitation, the absence of my presence, a silent apology for my exclusion, "It was small. Just us. In Italy." "You got married," I said, the words quiet, acknowledging the significance of it, the life he had built, the courage it must have taken to build it, away from the infl

After the wedding, Marco and I were driving home when suddenly someone ran out into the road and blocked our car. Matthew’s eyes were red from anger. He still could not accept that I had really married someone else. “Wrenna, how could you marry him? “The person you love is me! Why would you marry another man?!” I kindly reminded him, “That’s all in the past now. The person I love now is my husband.” Matthew acted like he had lost his mind. “No way! This can’t be real! “Wrenna, please tell me this is all fake. Tell me you’re just pretending to get back at me!

The trauma supposedly left him unable to tolerate any physical intimacy. In seven years as mates, he had never once kissed me. He couldn't even share a bed without placing a barrier of blankets between us. And yet here he was, kissing Amber in front of everyone, without the slightest sign of discomfort. I was done living like this. Why not just let them be together? Why wouldn't he agree to dissolve our bond? "I've said all I have to say. Sign the papers or don't. Either way, I am ending this bond." I didn't bother explaining further. I grabbed my coat and turned to leave.