Full Marks Hidden Marriage Novels & Stories

She realized someone may have deliberately created circumstances that pushed them together. But Elias warned her not to assume the entire relationship was fabricated. “They may have planned the circumstances. They couldn’t have planned what you would feel for each other.” Olivia looked at Lucien. Neither said anything. Richard noticed that the final page of the marriage agreement had been folded differently from the others. He carefully opened it. There was a hidden clause beneath the original text. It stated that if Olivia and Lucien ever discovered the hidden trust together, control of certain assets and evidence would automatically transfer to them jointly.

He didn’t give me time to respond. Instead, he reached into the folder beside him and pulled out a stack of documents, sliding them across the table toward me. I hesitated before picking them up. My name stared back at me from the top page. My heart skipped. “What is this?” “A solution,” he said. I flipped through the pages slowly, my eyes scanning each line, each clause. Then I froze. Marriage. A secret marriage. My fingers tightened around the paper. “You’re serious?” I whispered. “Very.”

"You—what? Oh, Allie, this is rich. If Liam Hart is your husband, I’ll throw myself off the top of the Empire Tower." Ava and Scarlett exchanged wide-eyed glances, their disbelief evident. "Allie… are you serious?" Scarlett whispered. "You’re married to Liam Hart?" "Yes," Allie confirmed, her voice steady. "And before you ask, no, it wasn’t some scandalous affair. We’ve been married for a while now." The weight of her words settled heavily in the van. No one spoke. No one even breathed. Vivian finally shook her head, regaining her composure. "Oh, this is hilarious. At best, you’re his dirty little secret, and

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.

Even though she comes from a rich family, her appearance and lifestyle tells a different story as Mara has nothing befitting of a rich family daughter. Suddenly, Mara gasped with horror as she checked her wristwatch, "Guys it's 6:30pm!! by 7, My husband will be back home!!" Then got up to her feet. Mara quickly adjusted the joker clown outfit and retouched her clown make up that will conceal her identity. The three friends had made a pact since the start of the hustling— make money and relocate to another country. Despite being married, Mara never make the mistake of taking any money from Ethan Lewiston, the man she was married as hee marriage to him is just arranged to avoid some things.

It made me glad that I had finally stopped running from my own destiny and chosen mine. My mind drifted back to the moment I put pen to paper in Patrick's penthouse. The arrangement was entirely in my favor, a strategic alliance forged on our own terms. A secret open marriage. We would play the part of the perfect, powerful couple for our families and the media, but behind closed doors, we were free to have our own partners on the outside. Male or female, neither of us gave a damn, so long as whatever we did remained strictly hidden in the closet.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

one of the maids whispered. He didn't look at her. "Leave us." They scrambled out so fast the door almost hit them. I crossed my arms, feeling awkward. "If you don't like the dress, blame yourself. Apparently, it was your choice." He finally looked me in the eye. "You look beautiful." I blinked, totally caught off guard. "You don't have to pretend." "I don't pretend." The way he said it made my heart do a weird little skip. I looked away quickly. "Well, this whole marriage is a lie anyway."

That day, she told me she wanted to wait until she had become someone everyone looked up to before announcing our marriage publicly. She said that women in this world face so many constraints—marriage, children—and she didn't want to waste too much time on that now. Once she had made it big, she promised, she would throw us a grand wedding. I'd always respected her wishes, so whatever she said, I went along with it. Thinking back on that, I swallowed the words I was about to say. But when I looked up and saw the way Maeve was gazing at Johnny, the smile on my face vanished in an instant.

When he smiled, he looked like the first warm day after a hard winter. I hid the name Castellano. He hid the name Moretti. We had no grand wedding, no family blessing, no witnesses except the lake and the wind. We exchanged two plain silver rings, and that night he held me close and said, "When we have a real wedding, I'll put the most diamond tiara in the city on your head."