Hidden Marriage Novel Wiki Novels & Stories

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

I shook my head and said, "She won't say yes to Johnny's proposal." Hearing that, the coworker gave me a puzzled stare. "Why not? Maeve's single, and Johnny's always by her side. They're just one step away from making it official." I was about to tell him that Maeve was already married—and that her legal husband was me. But then, I remembered the day five years ago when Maeve and I had gotten our marriage license. That day, she told me she wanted to wait until she had become someone everyone looked up to before announcing our marriage publicly.

But it was her only way out at the moment. When it came time to say their vows, the officiant read the words in a monotone, barely glancing at them. “Do you, Sophia Claire Reyes, take Liam Alexander Hart as your lawfully wedded husband?” Sophia's chest tightened, her vision blurring with tears. She wasn’t crying because she loved him. She was crying because this was not how she ever imagined it—desperate, broken, marrying a stranger just to escape. “I do,” she whispered, her voice cracking. The floor beneath her shoes suddenly felt cold.

“Especially wives with guilty consciences.” I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. She stepped right in front of me, invading space without touching. “Do you know what this means?” she whispered. “No,” I lied. “Oh,” she said, “but I do.” She tapped the certificate again, nail clicking like a gun being cocked. “Navarro Enterprises has strict policies on workplace relationships. Let alone secret marriages. And Damian?” Her smile turned cruel. “He’ll lose everything if this gets out.” Chills shot through me.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

“No matter how I try to explain it, I know you, Collin. You will never understand. So don’t wreck your brain trying to figure me out. You probably will never get it because you have never been in love or married.” “So, I’m not on your level.” “That’s right…I have more experience than you, so don’t be jealous.” Deja teases him. “But on a serious note. Holland and I said vows, and yes, I agree, Holland broke them. But since the air has cleared and we had the chance to clear some things up. I know it was because of miscommunication and misunderstandings. Besides, I’m not completely innocent here, Collin. I entered the marriage under the disguise of a hidden identity, but that’s not the best wa

With that, he turns and walks out of the room without hesitation, leaving me standing exactly where he left me, the silence swallowing me whole as I blink back the tears threatening to spill and focus on keeping myself upright. I sit in the back of the car on the ride home, watching the city pass by through the tinted window and trying to register that I am technically married now, that somewhere in a drawer inside that estate, there is a document with my name beside Stephano’s, proof that my life has shifted into something that no longer resembles what it did yesterday. The driver doesn't speak, and I am grateful for that because I don't trust myself enough not to break the moment someone e

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.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in