Hidden Marriage Full Novels & Stories

She still believed in the story that media cooked or Ashtons fed the world. "Candance I don't know how to say it but..."I took a deep breath,"You should know something that Aiden,Daniel and I hid from you or they thought it wasn't the best time to tell you that mine and Daniel's marriage isn't what you and other people think it is,in fact we had to marry each other under our family's pressure.We are no more than two strangers traveling together for the same destination. There is nothing like love or passion between us,okay."I explained her in the briefest way possible. For a moment,she kept staring at me like I had grown two heads and her unreadable reaction was tickling me from inside.

Her breasts stuck to my pecs as she arched completely and I could feel her gasping for breath, my onslaught favored my release inside Melek as well and we both finished exhausted as we stared at the ceiling. It was the best night of my life, which by the way, did not end there, I was inside her body two more times until I realized that it was early morning. The end of happiness is over, and she had no idea about it. She curled up next to me, trusting her husband to protect her, she had no idea our marriage was fake. We paid two different actors to pretend to be a priest and a notary public, our marriage doesn't exist anywhere...

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?

Our family clapped and cheered. The rings were brought forth forward. She placed mine first. I placed hers. "They are real diamonds." I whispered. She smiled. They were a four piece set. "So…anyone against this?" The minister asked not really expecting someone. I glance over at Alex. He shrugs. "Not me." Aria laughs. "Well with the power invested in me by the state,I pronounce you…wait,you are already husband and wife so…whatever you may now…" I did not wait for him to finish. My arms wrapped around Aria's waist. I pulled her closer to me. My lips met with her. The kiss was soft at first till I deepened it.

Their hands intertwined, their eyes filled with a mix of hope, apprehension, and the weight of the secrecy they carried. The officiant pronounced them husband and wife in a solemn whisper, sealing their union in the presence of a select few witnesses. Their exchange of vows was heartfelt, filled with promises of support, guidance, and love. As the clandestine ceremony concluded, Darius and Rachel exchanged a brief, knowing glance. They shared a bond formed out of duty and circumstance, yet tinged with genuine affection and the understanding that their union was a complex web of obligations and sacrifices. They emerged from the private chamber, their faces carefully composed, concealing the t

She gives me the I dare you look and I can’t complete my sentence. She goes to talk to the Shepherdess while I chat with Isaac, who also has a lot of witty remarks. “Hallelujah, brother Lord,” he beams. “Seriously, man?” “The marriage is consummated. That is a reason to celebrate,” he continues while I shake my head. He suddenly becomes serious. “No, really, man. Some people did not really recognise your marriage, until now.” I narrow my eyes, trying to analyse his words. Amari and I took our vows. Whether we consummated or not does not change that she is my wife.

"If you feel wronged, I can—" I looked straight at her. "Aria, listen to me. You're the one I want to marry." When we returned to the hall, the officiant smiled and announced, "Now, the bride and groom will exchange rings." I picked up the ring, but when I tried to slide it onto her finger, it stopped halfway, stuck tight at the knuckle. She tried awkwardly to force it on, but I pressed down on her hand to stop her. A ripple of whispers spread through the crowd, the buzz of gossip growing louder.

There was nothing new today except her story, and if I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered with it. I clicked on it, expecting a photo dump of her free time, but all I got was a flyer for a gala she was attending. I had clicked on the next story, not caring much about it, but something overly familiar caught my eye, and I was tapping back. I had to be wrong; it couldn’t be… But it was, just as I had suspected. They were having a medical gala for gynecologists, and guess who was a fucking host? My husband. The man I was fucking married to, the one that had just made promises to me some days ago.

"Even then. I told you—I need you more than you need to be whole. That's the truth. That's what I am." "At least you're honest." "It's all I can give you. Honesty about what I am. What this is. What we'll always be." They lay there. In the darkness. Two people trapped. One by conditioning. One by obsession. Tomorrow he'd ask her to marry him. She'd say yes. They'd plan a wedding. And none of it would be real. None of it would be choice. None of it would be love. Just—ownership. Made official. Made legal. Made permanent.

my tone dripped with confusion. “Sarah’s loyalty has always been to money, when her husband got imprisoned, and harl’s wife died, I guess she saw it as the right time to step in,” she said. Harl was married. What in the world of an alternate universe have I stepped into? She shook her head, “Don’t mind me my love, look at me boring you with stories that have been long forgotten,” she laughed. But it didn’t feel like they were forgotten, in fact it felt like there was more to it than she was willing to share.