Dying To Marry Him Cast Novels & Stories

"AGATHA, do you accept Dymon as your soul mate? As your husband, are you willing to serve him, through thick and thin, until death?” That was the third question the priest asked me. But here I am, crying and shaking with fear. Until Dymon squeezed my hand tightly. The man I will marry. So I was afraid and stuttered to answer the priest. "O-opo father," he said. The priest smiled before shifting the question. Now it was Dymon who was being asked, and before the priest had finished what he had to say, he immediately answered I do.

"I'm the one whom she loves! She's only marrying you now in a fit of anger! She's just acting with you!" I retorted in an impatient tone, "Alexander and I are getting our marriage certificate today." The security personnel at the city hall rushed over to us when they heard the commotion. They then grabbed Lucas and dragged him out. "Vivian! You will regret this! I swear!" Lucas yelled at the top of his voice. "You've lost the only person who loves you the most in the whole world!" I wrapped my hands around Alexander's arm and walked into the city hall without looking back.

“Julian, we’re married! Please, listen to me! I have to tell you something important!” “There’s nothing to say.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Don’t you get it? This whole marriage… it’s just a giant monument to my mistake. To that accident. Every day I look at you, I remember how I almost died. I remember what you gave up for me. I can’t live inside your sacrifice anymore, Sienna. It feels like a prison.” His words sliced me open. My love for him, my choice to save him… that was what he hated? That was his prison?

"Then he wasn't ready. And I stop pretending that changes anything." I hang up, standing in the garden with the decision made. The kitchen door opens. Melissa emerges—changed now, ready for her day. She stops when she sees my face. "Tell me you did the right thing. Not the easy one." She crosses to where I'm standing. Studies me with those eyes that see everything. "I just bet everything on Adrian not failing." My laugh comes out hollow. She takes my hand. Threads our fingers together. "That’s the Marcus I married." She kisses me—not the quick pecks I've gotten used to, but full, lingering.

His eyes narrowed immediately “Olivia”. My name sounded like a warning in his mouth. “What do you want?”. There was no point dragging it out, I was already here I'd already swallowed every ounce of pride I had left. “I want you to marry me” Silence. For the first time since I walked into this mansion, Damian didn't respond immediately. The calm expression he'd worn since I came here cracked for a split second He looked…. surprised. Then it was gone. “Is this your idea of a joke”

" I had explained countless times that he fell on his own. Yet she never believed me, never checked the surveillance footage, and never looked at the evidence. By now, I was tired of repeating myself. When I remained silent, Charlotte let out a sigh. Looking as though she had finally given in, she straightened my clothes. "Harrison, once the wedding is over, we'll go register our marriage. I'll only ever be your wife." I didn't respond. This time around, she wanted to marry me, but I no longer wanted to marry her. Just then, my phone buzzed. A text message came through. "Mr. Harrison Arden, the staged death you requested has been arranged. In seven days, you'll die in a car accident."

“I'm serious, I just saw him. Like, two minutes ago. He walked right past the coffee shop I'm sitting in.” “That's not possible.” I was already on my feet, pacing toward the window, though there was nowhere for me to actually go. “He left me a message. He said he was leaving. He changed his number, Liv. His phone doesn't even exist anymore.” “Well, his body very much exists, because I watched it walk down Fifth Avenue thirty seconds ago.” A beat of silence, then her voice sharpened. “Wait. Emery, back up. Aren't you supposed to be married right now? In Bali? What is actually going on with you two?”

Just to explain the camera part, Truce King is quite a popular public personnel and his sudden marriage is something every newspaper and magazine want to carry on their front page. “Thank you,” I force a smile on my face. Truce had instructed me to act happy for show. Almost everyone here doesn’t know that this is a contract “marriage.” The thought of spending a good five years of my life with this man is already exhausting as I think about it.

I probably did not kill someone, but I wasn’t a man raised to survive in the mafia. Jude smiled grimly, seeing my expression. “That’s the man you married, Isadora. I understand if you’re scared of me now. I won’t stop you from moving into another bedroom, but you’ll certainly understand that we’ll have to stay married for Simona and Daniele. They can’t lose you too.”

“For Mia. For the family. I am proud of both of you.” I stood beside Damian, close enough to feel the tension rolling off him. He wore a dark suit, crisp and formal, like this was just another business deal. He did not look at me. Not once during the short proceedings. The registrar read the words quickly. When it was my turn, my “I do” came out steady but quiet. Damian’s was flat, almost mechanical. The rings were simple gold bands. When he slipped mine on, his fingers were cool against my skin. I did the same for him. Papers were signed. And just like that, it was done. I was now Lila Voss. Legally married to the man who blamed me for his brother’s death.