Dying To Marry Him Cast Novels & Stories

Kayla and I looked over to see Andrew. He was now in a wheelchair. His hair looked thin and dry, his face sallow and his eyes sunken. He appeared quite alarmed. His hands swiftly wheeled the chair as he approached. As he drew nearer, I smelled an extremely pungent stench and barely managed to suppress my nausea. "I knew you came to see him. What? You know he's getting married, and you can't bear to part with him?" Kayla looked at me and scolded him, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

“I’m serious. And I won’t forgive you if you leave me, you hear? You’re stuck living a long, boring life with me.” A small smile played on Hailey’s lips. “Thank you, Iris. Considering my marriage didn’t turn out like a fairy tale, I guess I should be grateful you’re still around.” Iris sank into the chair just a few inches away from the bed Hailey was sitting on. “Don't say that. Carter is a great husband. I’m sure there might be some things going on with him.” Hailey shook her head weakly, she knew better. “He’s been so cold and indifferent since we got married,” Hailey whispered after a pause. “I… I think he might be cheating on me,” she added.

“Why not?” “Because it isn’t worth it.” I pulled a small booklet from my bag. “I came to show you something.” I pressed my marriage certificate against the glass. It read clearly: David Smith, Ava Vanguard. “Do you see it?” I said. “This is a real marriage certificate. The seal is real, the number is real, and our marriage is real.” Matthew stared at the certificate, his eyes widening with disbelief. “You… you really married him…” His voice was dry, ragged. “You don’t want me anymore!

Two rows of dark-suited security men formed a barrier to hold back the curious onlookers, and Dami hurried her down through this corridor of safety to a waiting limousine, his arm not leaving contact with her until he had seen her safely shut behind the car door. The car sped off the moment he’d settled beside her. The hazy glaze lifted from her eyes. Silence stung. It was over. She’d done it. She’d married her best friend’s fiancé. The air sounded choked as it left her lungs. "So you do remember how to breathe," Dami’s quietly sardonic voice said beside her. "It seems so," Charley thought without attempting to offer a reply.

It turned out that members of the Sterling family had betrayed their own, stealing core technology and handing it over to the Moretti family of Eastbourne. The Morettis used it to coerce Darius into marrying Katherine Moretti. However, he refused and made it clear to the world that the only woman he loved was me. Though Darius was overwhelmed with work back home, he remained unwavering in interviews. "The Sterlings may be going through turbulent times, but we won't let the Morettis hold us hostage. We will weather this storm," he declared. "My marriage will never be a stepping stone for gain. It will be built on love, and there's only one woman I want to marry."

It was a fucking threat, plain and simple. I clenched my hands, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” My gaze bore into him, struggling to make sense of the shit he just said. He arched a brow, his posture relaxed, “Do I look like I am joking?” I squared my shoulders, trying to hold onto a shred of dignity despite the pounding in my heart. “Why would I agree to marry you?” He tilted his head slightly, “Because you don’t want to die.” he stated.

“I see a respectable and dependable man who loves you. He wants to marry you, Dani. He helps me in everything because he loves you. To me, he’s the ideal son-in-law.” I rolled my eyes in disgust. Why couldn’t she see through him? He helped her only to get to me. “But I will never marry him.” Mom looked torn, and it was back at square one. “Then stop sleeping around with random men. I don’t believe you’re really engaged to Ashford. Diego checked him up on the internet. He has a notorious reputation, Dani. Why would he choose you to marry? Love doesn’t happen so fast. So, don’t even try to fool me.”

He's not dead. "I love you, please... don't do this again, I'm going to die of nervousness," I begged, touching my cheek and looking me in the eyes. "I'm still not allowed to die, I still want to marry you," he said softly, kissing both my eyes. I hit him in the chest jokingly. "What do you mean to marry?" "Oh, why? Aren't you serious with me? Is this just for fun?" "Hahaha, you're crazy, stop"

He mocked me. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to meet his gaze. "Since you don't want this marriage, let's get a divorce!”

I screamed. “Is that a yes?” Damien was being insistent. I looked down at him again and he was watching me with an expectant hopeful look in his eyes. “Yes, you dofus! I will marry you as long as you don’t die on me.” “It is just a shoulder wound. Now that you are going to be my wife, I am not going anywhere. We have many years ahead of us with our kids. I love you Kamaria Paisley.” “I love you Damien Black,” I leaned down and kissed him.