Flash Marriage Novels & Stories

Arnold sat at the head of the table, weak but steady, his eyes sharp despite the tremble in his hands. Halfway through dinner, Matt stood, tapping his glass with a fork. “I have an announcement,” he said, his voice carrying easily across the room. “Before this family goes any further with tomorrow’s wedding, I think everyone deserves to know the truth.” Jessica’s stomach tightened. Christian’s hand found hers under the table, steady and warm. “This marriage,” Matt continued, pulling out his phone, “isn’t what it seems. I have proof that Christian and Jessica signed a contract the very same night they met. Two million dollars for one year of pretending. This entire wedding is a lie.”

Sally's way better. On screen, I saw myself. I was flushed red from head to toe. Breakouts spread across my face in seconds, and a sharp, uncontrollable pain stabbed into my stomach. It felt like thousands of needles digging deep inside me. I doubled over, cold sweat soaking through my back. I must've looked completely out of it, because I threw off the rhythm of Francis's stream. His face darkened as he dragged me aside. "Do you have any idea what tonight is? We've got a deal with the sponsor. If the stream hits ten million viewers for thirty minutes, we get a hundred thousand dollar bonus!"

The image showed a recharge receipt from a livestreaming platform: 20,000 dollars in "Starlight Value." The caption read clearly: [For my one and only Claire.] In the corner of the screenshot, a familiar app icon had accidentally slipped into view. It was the joint account we had opened specifically to prepare for our wedding. The comment section had already boomed. [Twenty thousand?! That's a serious number, bro… don't tell me that's for your wedding?] [@SimonLovesClaire Dude, does your fiancée know you just gave a streamer so many starlight points?]

She had asked him once, late at night, why he’d helped her back then, but he hadn’t given a proper answer. He’d just kissed her waist and said it was because he had a thing for slim waists—and when he saw hers, he made his move. Annabelle knew he was talking nonsense. There were plenty of women with slim waists, maybe even slimmer than hers, but he hadn’t married them. Hearing his serious explanation now, Annabelle couldn’t help but listen closely. A male reporter asked, “So why the flash marriage? Who brought it up first?”

Father asked, looking at them. “Please begin, Father,” Caroline said. “I can’t wait for a second more to fulfill her dream marriage,” Artemis said happily. ********* On the other side!! Michelle and Megan were fuming in anger because their plan flopped badly by watching the live video of their marriage from Tiara’s social media account; being an actress, she was sharing the unique wedding of her sister with her fans, and everyone was sending the best wishes to her sister new life. They were also congratulating the new couple.

I stare out the window as the city shifts from quiet streets to glittering lights, red carpets, and flashes of white light. My heart beats steadily until the car slows to a stop. We pull up outside the venue. It looks more like a movie premiere. There are golden lights, velvet ropes, a cascade of photographers and reporters crammed behind barriers. The moment the door opens, I’m swallowed by noise. “Mr. Dorne, over here!” “Cassian! Is this your wife?” “How long have you been together?” “Is it true it was a courthouse wedding?” Cassian steps out first. The world erupts in flashes. Then he turns and offers his hand to me.

Flash marriage 46 The news of my marriage was the one thing that was turning social media down for the moment . I mean it’s been going on for the mean time , I didn’t know it was going to get this kind of reaction but what I had just said is a lie and I knew that evryone is going to go ablaze the moment I announced that marriage . The fact that people had so many things to say to me rather than all the horrible things that have been said about me Even though I had befb thing my possible best to avoid them .

He tried calling her, but his call did not go through. He dragged me to the wedding venue. The place was extravagantly decorated. By the time we arrived, the couple was exchanging rings. Seeing the dazzling figure of Harriet on the stage, Warren shouted, “Hold on a moment! You’ve made a mistake!” Warren shoved me in front of the camera. “Mr. Frost, the person you want to marry is my daughter. She’s right here! The woman on the stage is my wife!” The camera swept over my face, and the netizens made snide remarks about my looks.

"Matteo, don't listen to her lies! She's just some hick from the sticks—has no clue about the real value of that arms shipment, that's why she's acting all nonchalant!!" But Matteo was clearly stung by my words. He ignored Carla, his eyes locked on me, looking as if he could devour me alive. His meticulously planned, hugely invested channel, the capital he relied on to boast about, had been casually mentioned by a woman he'd looked down on. His earlier composure and arrogance were completely gone, replaced by frantic rage. "I'm giving you one last chance! Are you sure you want to call off this wedding?!" I met his furious yet slightly panicked gaze, my eyes unwavering, and gave a slow, delib

The rebuke that follows is long and fierce, his mother’s anger pouring through the line until she finally hangs up, demanding he come see her immediately. Almost instantly, his phone buzzes again. Mira. He ignores the call, turns on his music, and presses harder on the accelerator. For the first time in a long while, Chris feels relief. His sudden marriage will shield him from his mother’s endless schemes with Mira, and more importantly, it will keep Mira from clinging to him, spying on his every move. He dials Josh. “To what do I owe this august call?” Josh teases when he answers. “Let’s grab a drink,” Chris says bluntly.