Full Marks Hidden Marriage Novels & Stories

"Are you married?" Nath smiled and faced her. "Do I seem like a married man?" He showed his ring finger with no ring. "I live alone." For a millisecond, everything around him blurred before having a clear picture again. "Who knows? They might be abroad or something. And not all married men wear rings," Linda teased with a broad smile, staring at his slightly popped out muscles and the packs that were outlined through his t-shirt. She must confess that he was her ideal type of man. Well, she gets her ideal type of man every time.

"But for a year and a half, I won't see her." "How crazy is it that you are getting married, and arranging one? You shouldn't be carrying it if she is alive,” Blake remarked, the disbelief in his tone of my situation. "For the sake of the family." "Yeah, and I don't understand why it should happen. Surprised that the family is so rich. And I hope, no one would learn of the secret I have," I whispered enough for him to hear. Blake ate another cookie. "You need to be careful. Secret can't be buried at the grave forever, that even in those graves, the secret is revealed."

“The two parties wouldn’t be present, and we were to register the marriage with their IDs directly…” “Can you f*cking finish the whole thing!?” Nicholas smacked the table. As if terrified, the person screwed their eyes shut and blurted everything else that had happened. “I-I registered them! But I managed to check that Marcus Grist’s ID had expired. He was marked as a missing person! How could a missing person get married? A-And we can’t register a marriage when no party is present. It’s the rule! “So I-I… I made two fake marriage certificates…”

The once-secret marriage, now transformed into a journey of redemption, faced the twists of fate with a newfound strength. In a moment of clarity, Victoria proposed a plan to unveil their true relationship to the world. The twists in their story had led them to a crossroads, and the shadows of the secret marriage no longer held the same power. A grand gala, mirroring the opulence of their initial charade, would become the stage for their genuine connection. The mansion, adorned with elegance and echoes of the past, would witness the unveiling of their love to the world. As the gala approached, Victoria and Alexander faced the challenges of reconciling their true selves with the expectations

He added, "I guess it's true what they say—high-profile people tend to get married in secret. Too much exposure would bring trouble." Macie inwardly scoffed. Her marriage wasn't kept a secret to avoid trouble. It was just that Edward couldn't bring himself to admit to the world that she was his wife. From his perspective, she wasn't worthy. Instead, he regarded her as nothing but a disgrace. Since he had once insisted she keep her identity hidden and not breathe a single word, why was he suddenly posting about their marriage now?

Part-way packed, careless — like someone had started out but gave up halfway. On top of it, next to the lamp, lay one piece of paper. Asher's heart lurched horribly. He approached and grasped it. It was a document. A contract to annul marriage. Signed. By Damien. On a piece of adhesive notes glued on it. "You’re free, Asher. Live your life. Be happy." For a moment, Asher just stared at it. Then, without meaning to, he crumpled the paper in his fists and sank to the floor, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe.

"If you're married, where's the proof?!" "Yes, that's right, where's the proof? We won't believe you if there's no proof at all!" Ayu said, no less sarcastically. Anita smiled. She took out her marriage certificate to Morgan. Ayu and Hana immediately grabbed the document and examined it for themselves. They were both shocked to see proof that Anita was truly married. "Impossible! How could that be?" Ayu screamed, panicked, her position now threatened. Hana noticed a photo of Anita's husband, bandaged like a mummy, and immediately laughed sarcastically.

Kiana asked confusingly. I frowned and looked at them while they were looking at me curiously. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, haven’t they read it yet? I sighed and silently handed them the folders I was holding. They took it and read it together. A few minutes later, their eyes also widened and they both looked at me in shock. "That man is already married?" They asked together. I leaned my back on the couch and nodded my head slowly. I pursed my lips while thinking that if that man already has a wife, who's the girl? And why is that man's information fully secured? What's his secret? What a pain in the ass situation!

Max added I raised a brow and asked, “Okay, let's say I agree to move in with you, how do you propose we make this relationship believable?” “We take it one step at a time, from courtship to engagement to marriage,” Max clarified “Are you saying, this won't be a secret marriage thing? I've seen stuff like this in movies, even read it in novels,” I said A faint smirk appeared on Max’s face, and he asked, “What will be the essence of the whole process if I keep you a secret? I don't think you get it, do you? Remember, I need you to gain my grandpa's favour and shares.”

“The orphan? No way. What’s she doing with the Frost heir?” There she was — their discarded girl — now standing beside Colden Frost in front of flashing cameras, dressed in luxury. The news headline scrolled boldly across the screen: “Colden Frost — The Elusive Heir Marries in Secret. Meet His Bride: Layla Hayes.” The father’s expression twisted with disbelief, then rage. “That ungrateful brat! She’s been hiding from us all these days, and now this? She married into money! But how did that poor bitch do that?!”