Dying To Marry Him Cast Novels & Stories

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.

"Seriously, Diana, he's so lucky to have you." I let out a dry chuckle, my tone flat. "Yeah. Lucky." Von flicks my forehead. "Ugh, don't sound so dead inside! At least give us some enthusiasm, babe." I rub my forehead, scowling. "Maybe because I actually feel dead inside?" Heather huffs, hands on her hips. "Girl, you're about to marry one of the most powerful, most insanely hot men in the country. And you're telling me you're not even slightly excited?"

He wasn’t laughing. He was deadly serious. “What?” I said again, because maybe my hearing had failed. He’d sat down across from me. “I need a wife.” My brain had stopped working properly. “You… want to marry me.” “My grandmother is dying,” he continued. “She wants to see me married before she passes.” I just stared at him because my brain genuinely couldn’t catch up fast enough. “You… want to marry me.” “You fit the requirements.” Even now that word still makes me want to throw something at his head.

“Sweetheart, you can't imagine just how happy I am that this day has arrived. I haven't known you all my life, but you have become the most important person to me. I know we've already talked about this, but this is just so everyone else will know just how much we want to be together. So please tell me, Desiree Hamilton. Will you marry me?” The whole room went silent as everyone waited for Desiree to respond, but thirty seconds later, she was still just looking down at the ring. “Desiree?” Liam prompted, his smile dimming a bit before he repeated. “Will you marry me?” Desiree subtly turned her head to the side, her gaze meeting Gerald's own. She quickly looked away once again, her smile retu

Desiree's POV I think my ears are faulty. Did I just hear Caspian Hart—the CEO of CypherEdge Dynamics—ask me to marry him? “What?” I say, still in disbelief. My heart races, and I can hardly process the words that just left his lips. “Marry me,” he repeats. There’s an intensity in his eyes that tells me he’s completely serious. “But… why?” I stammer. “I know this isn’t how you imagined your first marriage proposal, but I’m dead serious, Desiree. I want to marry you.”

Damien shifted his glare away from Lucas and locked his eyes on me. “Get out here, Amelia,” Damien ordered. “You have embarrassed me enough for one day. Pack your things and get in the car.” “I am not going anywhere with you,” I said. I stepped out from behind Lucas and crossed my arms over my chest, ignoring the lingering pain in my skull. “I gave you the divorce papers last night. Sign them and leave me alone.” “You do not give me orders,” Damien snapped. “You are throwing a fit over nothing. Gabriella is a necessary part of this pack and you knew that when you married him. You are making a fool of yourself.”

Someone nearby begins cheering. But the celebration feels distant, almost unreal. Because Ethan leans slightly closer to me again. His voice is low enough that only I can hear it. "You should be happy," he murmurs. There is no warmth in his tone. Only disdain. "This is what you wanted." A chill runs through my spine. Because deep down I know something he does not. I never wanted any of thi s. And somehow, I have the terrifying feeling that this marriage is only the beginning of something far more complicated than either of us is ready for.

The sudden spotlight on me felt like an unexpected twist in a poorly written script. "Someone I want to marry," he continued, his words hanging in the air like a revelation. I blinked, processing his statement. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks – Killian Anderson, Hollywood heartthrob, was declaring his intentions to marry me, a mere stunt double.

I draped a towel over his shoulder. "You're in a white dress, we love each other, how about it, Bambi, marry me?" He asked, his voice not shaken, but simply as if he was so sure. As if he wanted nothing more at this moment. "We can be like that couple from that tv show". He said, and I hated to break it to him, they never made it. "They got a divorce after you fell asleep". I said, and he whimpered. "Well we can be them post me sleeping". He agreed, as I leaned against his back, my hands wrapping around his waist.

Ahmed asked. “We’re fine,” Amelia replied briefly, busy unwrapping the cutlery for her father. “And your marriage? Is everything going well? Does your husband treat you right?” Amelia paused, looking up and smiling at her father. “Everything is fine. Ethan treats me very well.” “Are you sure?” Ahmed asked, his gaze steady as he tried to read her expression. Ahmed had initially disapproved of Amelia’s decision to marry a man who already had a wife. He had been concerned about the challenges his daughter might face. However, after many reassurances, Ahmed had reluctantly given his blessing.