Hidden Marriage Full Novels & Stories

"Her. This. Trying, even when trying might fail." Mara steps forward. "I opened my door to Daniel Cross this morning. My former partner. The man who took my first company. I opened it because hiding wasn't survival. It was surrender." "Is the marriage real?" another voice calls. "Or just business?" Mara looks at me. The question we have asked each other. The answer we do not have. "We don't know," she says. "We're telling you that. We don't know if this is real or strategy or something we don't have words for. But we're finding out. Together. Not in shadows. Not in performance."

“It’s been less than a week. I thought women were more faithful than that.” “Faithfulness requires reciprocation, doesn’t it?” she replied. Damien’s expression cooled. He turned away and moved behind his desk. Opening a drawer, he removed a stack of documents and slid them across the surface toward her. She stared at them. “What is this?” “Read clause thirteen,” he said. “You signed it.” Her eyes dropped to the heading. Marriage Lottery X Emily Harlow Her contract. She flipped through the pages, her fingers stiff, until she found the clause.

He was already sweating bullets. In the social circle of the wolves, our civil marriage was like a dirty little secret. The marriage certificate was hidden away, as if it were some kind of embarrassing liability, known only to both parents, Beta Henry and a few inner circle members. In the world of the wolves, one is never truly accepted without a formal mate ceremony. For the past eight years, I've been nothing more than an oddity, a barely tolerated human woman. Every time I attended a wolf gathering, the dirty looks reminded me: you're just an outsider, someone who could get tossed aside at any time.

What logical blueprint could possibly justify the integration of my youth into a marriage alliance with a geriatric patriarch? Compounding the absolute horror of the arrangement... stood the unyielding, dark reality of my clandestine association with Mr. Jefri. How could my internal network even preview the execution of a sanctified marriage covenant with an alternative human being, while the raw vulnerabilities of my flesh were continuously being dominated, claimed, and savored by my own university professor?

Upon receiving the certificate, she stole a glance at her husband's details. Nathan Clemon, 27 years old. He isn't that old as he is just 8 years older than I am. I think it is acceptable. Hilda got married without a wedding ceremony or anyone's blessing. She held onto the certificate booklet and scanned it several times. It was her name and photograph indeed but she felt that it was all a dream. Her husband stood tall and elegant beside her and he looked exceptionally handsome. Hilda then stated. "We have to keep our marriage private for now as it might not be convenient for me now. I wouldn't want my family to..."

"No, baby... that's not what your father and I want for your wedding day. We want the best wedding entourage for you. And I know, Dimson and especially Minerva will not agree to a simple marriage for their only child," "But, mom. Maybe we can convince them... please mommy?" She shook her head again. "I still want the best for your wedding, darling. Women only get married once in a lifetime." I just heave a sigh. There's nothing I can do if my mother herself is the one who doesn't like the plan I want for my future wedding. "How do you find, Damien Harrison, Aurora?" I looked at mom. Is it right for me to keep it a secret from her that Damien and I had a conversation about our marital arrange

Yeah, because I'm a failure. "They'll have first a civil wedding before the church wedding." "All right, I'll call the judge I know right away," his mother said and picked up her cellphone. She then went out to call the judge she knew. Kian and I got married right away. We just followed our parents' orders and don't argue anymore. By nightfall, I'll sleep with Kian in his room. We still haven't said a word to each other. Besides, the shocking incident, he did something wrong to me. The girl he blackmailed and the girl they play a bet on is now his wife.

“Complicated how?” He hesitates. “Emily. My secretary. She’s pregnant.” “How did that happen?” Ryan chuckles. “Is that a trick question?” “No. I’m asking how things progressed to that point.” Ryan rubs the back of his neck. “Julie—my wife—and I… we agreed to an open marriage. It was supposed to fix things, you know? She was distant, and I thought… maybe we needed something new. Something different. But the second I brought Emily home, Julie lost her mind. She went ballistic.”

A month before my fiance, Dante de Rossi, and I were supposed to get married, he insisted on having a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. I refused to agree to it, but he kept bringing it up every single day and stubbornly tried to persuade me. It was as if he were presenting a business deal that had to be accepted. Half a month before the wedding, I received an envelope from an anonymous sender. It contained a pregnancy report from a private hospital in Manhorne.

LATE NIGHT – CHAEWON AND JIAN ALONE They walked along the beach—just the two of them, stealing private moments in the chaos of extended family vacation. "Five years," Jian observed. "Since the forced marriage became a real marriage. Since the gilded cage became home. Since the enemy became the love of my life." "I never needed saving," Chaewon said, echoing words from years ago. "I just needed to be seen." "I see you. Completely. Enhanced. Flawed. Powerful. Humans. Damaged. Healing. All of it. Every piece. Every contradiction. Every impossible combination of things that shouldn't work together but do."