Had A Flash Marriage With My Archenemy Novels & Stories

Just noise and light and fear pressing in on her from every direction. The flashes kept coming. Camera lenses pressed close to the windows. Faces blurred together. Voices crowded her. “When did the wedding happen?” “Is the older child adopted?” “Are you the nanny or the wife?” "Was the marriage planned?" Marriage. The word hit her like a slap. Her hands shook as she threw the car into reverse, speeding back inside the compound, chest heaving, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. Another flash exploded against the glass, leaving bright spots dancing in her vision.

"You are right. I should have killed him. I will find him and burn him inside his house, along with his camera. I promise you, brother. " I scoffed, shaking my head. "I told you to stay away from her, didn't I? I told you years ago to let her go. That includes not stalking her. But you don't listen, do you?" I inquired, feeling the old familiar mix of disgust and pity for my brother. I walked towards the exit, then paused, turning back to look at Flynn. He was still staggering, lost in his own intoxicated world. "And cut that bullshit about you being her husband," I snarled. "I was still married to her when you guys did that flash marriage, or whatever you call it. So that marriage is invali

“You said, ‘Let’s get married, screw it.’ And I said okay. We were both drunk, reckless. But now the consequences are real. For both of us.” My throat tightened. “What consequences are you talking about?” Without a word, he picked up a remote and turned to the massive screen behind him. With a single click, the wall lit up, dozens of headlines flashing across it, one after the other. Photos from the chapel appeared among them, clear as day. Someone had captured everything. RUNAWAY MORGAN HEIRESS MARRIES FATHER’S WORST ENEMY IN VEGAS! ROMAN KING’S FINAL STRIKE – MARRIAGE OR MASTERPLAN?

“Miss Julia Knight, Do you take Mr. Nathan Blackwood as your beloved husband?” The officiator asked as Julia looked at the man in front of her throw her veil, wondering how she got here, never in her dreams or even nightmares did she ever think that she will be getting married to the person that she hates the most. “Do I have to do this?” She whispered to the officiator who smiled. “It is the clear procedure. Please answer” “I do.” Julia rolled her eyes and replied nonchalantly.

"So… what’s the problem, then?" I set my glass down with a soft clink. "The problem is..." I paused, inhaling sharply. "I wasn’t the one he married." Sherry stilled. "What?" she whispered. I turned to face her fully, my expression unreadable. "Blaze is already married." Sherry’s mouth parted in shock. "Wait—what?" Then, to my irritation, her face lit up. "Oh my God, congratulations!" I stared at her, unamused. Sherry blinked. "Wait. You are married to him, right?"

Flash marriage 43 We are going on a trip , on a fucking trip. This was literally the last thing that I ever expected snd not even in my wildest imaginations or thoughts did I even think that I could go out with this man . I had always thought otherwise and after my last breakup , I thought that no one was ever going to love me again . I was scared , hurt and betrayed , the last thing that I wanted was to get married all over again , but here I was , being with the most breathtaking man that anyone can ever ask for .

Before I could say anything, the bright light from the camera flashed. Minutes later, we were walking out of the office with our marriage certificate and a very odd wedding photo. “Does this suit your wedding scenario?” I heard him ask as soon as we walked into the car, but I stayed silent. My mind was swirling with so many thoughts of how my life had turned upside down in just a few weeks. Who would have thought that sleeping with my mafia boss would bring me such misfortunes? Not only was I now impure and unfit for the Lord, but I kissed the devil himself, and I liked it. I was now his wife. How did I get here?

"Why the hell would I do that? I barely knew you—wait, I hated you." A memory flash hits me so suddenly I sway on my feet. Champagne. Lights. His white tux. Me laughing hysterically in the middle of a casino, screaming at the top of my lungs that I was getting married in Vegas right now because "fuck Sebastian and fuck everyone who thinks I can't make my own decisions." I had grabbed Marcellus's face with both hands and declared him my "hot undead revenge husband." "Oh God," I whisper, pressing a hand to my mouth. "I really did that."

He laughed and I gave him the deadliest glare. That scene came back to me. I couldn't believe this. "I told you, didn't I? We met already even before at the bar." "You're naughty. Why didn't you tell me?" He laughed out loud. "You called me an asshole that day, Meredith Kaye Santiago. I don't think you left a good impression on me to be friendly with you," he said, amused. "Just shut up." He chuckled. "Flash news. You love this asshole and you're going to get married to me."

I arched my back, giving him more access. "Perfect. Now, moan for me, darling." He smirked and went down on me. Oh, I will. I laughed and started to squirm as he began to kiss my inner thighs. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his damp hair, completely lost in him. I was engaged. Tristan Harris was my fiance. I was going to marry my high school sweetheart. Well, more like a High school enemy. How many of us would get that opportunity? One in a million, maybe.