Edgar And His Destined Wife Novels & Stories

Then it struck me, an idea so reckless, yet perfect. If my father wanted me married, then I would give him exactly that. Not a real wife, but someone who could play the role long enough for me to prove myself. A contract wife. And that is exactly why I'm here, to tell my father the news: I was getting married. He looked thrilled, relieved even. He had no idea that I hadn't even found the woman yet. Without wasting time, I went to meet with Dr. Luke. Fate, however, had its own plans. Just as I was about to step into his office, a woman bumped into me.

He questioned and Vivian grinned. She smacked her lips and leaned forward, her eyes sparkled. "So, I met Alexander for the first time, the man who should actually be my husband, since he came over and I saw him, he didn’t look bad, he wasn't crippled, neither was he disabled, I have decided to be married to him, since I should be rightfully married to him and Katherine can go live her life the way she has always wanted." She finished and Jonas's eyebrows creased. "What?" Jonas glanced at his wife who shook her head trying to let him know it wasn't her idea. "You should never do any of that Vivian---"

“Sorry about that. I wasn’t around. I just got back to town.” “Noah?!” Eddy called from the second floor. “Eddy!” Noah called with a cracked voice. He looked up and watched Eddy climb down the stairs. Before Eddy could say another word, he ran up to him and hugged him. “Please don’t tell that douchebag hurt you.” Eddy uttered with his hands buried in his pockets. “He did! He’s getting married today, with a lady he happened to have been dating for years, even before we met. He lied to me.”

A sunny morning.. The gentle and refreshing bridge was blowing that could cheer one up. In the church.. "Mr. Daniel Black,do you want to take Ms. Neha Wade, to be your wife. To be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will you love her and honor her all the days of your life?"

There was nothing else to say. The driver opened the door again. Rowan gestured. “After you.” She stepped in. As the car pulled away, Elara looked out the window and let the reality settle—not dramatically, not painfully. Just fully. She was officially his wife. Not because of love. Not because of fate. But because she had chosen this—with clarity, with control, with her eyes open. And the city did not pause to acknowledge it. Neither did she. They drove on, separate even now, bound by ink and law and silence.

She looked calmer now, yet there was still an unmistakable emptiness in her eyes. Edgar reached for her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it—a tenderness he had never shown his own wife. "Leave Roby, Larisa," he said quietly. "Stop chasing a man who doesn't want you." Larisa slowly turned to face him, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. "What do you mean?" "Let's end this charade," Edgar said urgently, his eyes filled with determination. "Leave him, and I'll divorce Silva. We can leave this place, get married, and start a new life together. I promise I'll make you happier than Roby ever could."

“A part of me wants France but another wants Barbados, and there's this tiny, miniscule piece of my heart that wants Italy. I really can't make a decision.” “I guess we will have the wedding whenever you are ready then,” Eduardo said. “As for me, I'd rather we go to the courthouse and get married tomorrow without pomp and pageantry. But because I respect your decision, I will wait until you are ready for your dream wedding.” “Thank you, babe.” I said, pressing a kiss to his nose. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he replied. “You are welcome, baby.” Afterward, he clapped and the lights went off before wrapping his arms around me and spooning me from behind.

I did not expect Zachary to show up at my door the next day. He got straight to the point and asked, "You're Sinead's husband, aren't you?" His face was red, and he looked desperate. Maybe Sinead had confessed something to him after the wedding. I nodded. "That's right."

The satisfaction in Lily's eyes disappeared instantly, giving way to jealousy she could not hide. "Audrey!" Edward roared, staring at me with bloodshot eyes. "It's only been three years, and you've turned playing pretend into a fine art. You're getting scarily good at it!" He stepped closer, pressing toward me again. "Forgive me, but wasn't it you who declared you would wed no one but me? After hearing about Lily's pregnancy, you immediately got yourself pregnant with another man's baby?" He scoffed, feeling absolutely certain of himself. "Do you think spinning these lies and putting on this show is actually going to work? What, you think this will make me regret leaving you?"

Late. Enormous. The way it always did. Crashing in behind the wanting instead of ahead of it the way it was supposed to. I was a married woman standing in a dim room with another man’s taste still on my mouth. Somewhere across the city my husband believed I was with Priya. None of that had stopped for even a second while I’d been kissing Kelvin Rae like my whole body had been waiting four years to do it. “I have to go,” I said. “Anita—”