Hidden Marriage Spoilers Novels & Stories

I tried to stand firm to my resolve and be aloof from the moment we got married and it actually helped that I was preparing for our debut and he's a little busy. The problem is, ever since my debut, our paths crossed a lot more than expected and I don't even know how we ended up being in this weird drama. Pretending to be dating when we are actually secretly married? Yeah, how weird and ironic is that? I moved at the very end of the dock and decided to sit there, my hands leaning behind me for support as I stare into the horizon. And then tears silently started streaming down my face. I'm really not okay at this point. My emotions are in a blur and I can't even tell it to my members. I don't

she annoyingly shrieked. "Come on, Hailey, my daughter, stop fantasizing about him. He's married now, okay? Just accept it," a big white man said with tobacco in his mouth, and he coolly sat down closer to his daughter. "I know something is off, Dad. I'm telling you. I never saw that woman with him for so many years I followed him so, how could he marry her? I can smell something fishy is going on," she mentioned with her intuition about the girl that Grey married.

“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?

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

I reached for my phone, unlocked it, and saw the address Hunter had sent. "Come here if you want your diamond necklace back." I forced myself to complete the discharge procedures and took a taxi to the said address. I arrived at a park by the sea. From a distance, I saw what seemed to be a couple getting married. Shortly after, I spotted Hunter's friends among the wedding guests. They had the look of shock and panic at being found out on their faces upon seeing my presence. Meanwhile, Sarah was locking her arm in Hunter's and receiving blessings from the guests.

“It was quite impulsive, really. Denver called me, out of the blue, telling me he didn’t want me to go in to shock at Marcus’s wedding. He and India would be the ones getting married. Just like that! No big announcement, no chance for us to celebrate as a family. I have to admit, I was more than surprised; I was devastatingly shocked.” Leah’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in surprise. “Really? That doesn’t sound like Denver at all.” India tried to keep her expression neutral, but her jaw tightened. Sharon pressed on, her words sharper now, aimed like tiny darts. “Oh, but that’s not all. Turns out there was a fourth party to this mess. This woman came storming in, disrupting the vow

"Did the storm that night stop you from telling whether you slept with a man or a woman? And as for my promise to marry you… Last I checked, you're as straight as a pole, right?" The series of questions hit Charlie like a hammer. His face paled, words fighting not to roll off his tongue. The guests weren't idiots, as they finally started to catch on. "Damn! Dude forgot to check if his scam victim was a woman!" "He's so vile. That's the lie he made up just to get promoted?" "Now the truth's out. Mr. Spencer is a man. How could he possibly be the heartless woman he was whining about?" The tide of public opinion flipped instantly. Those who had just been shouting at me now, fueled by the shock

Somewhere in this house Damien was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that his entire romantic history was currently being reviewed by the woman he had practically kidnapped into marriage. The thought made me snort quietly. “Your life choices are questionable, Hailey.” Still. My hand reached for the pages again. Because if Katherine’s story explained anything about the man I was living with, I wanted to know. I flipped to the next chapter. Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 6 There is a moment in every marriage where the quiet routine suddenly changes. Sometimes it is something small. A disagreement. A misunderstanding. A shift in priorities. For us, it began with a doctor’s appointment.

"Seth, Max was only trying to help you try out this marriage, and this is how you repay him? You're being ungrateful! No wonder your mom died so early! It's your karma!" I glanced at Jane's ghost-white face, arched an eyebrow, and grabbed the mic. "Everyone's probably wondering why we switched brides at the last minute today. Well, these videos and recordings say it all!" The detective did his homework, laying out the whole soap opera for us: a lovey-dovey couple torn apart by cold, hard cash, then years of on-again, off-again drama, and finally, the big romantic rekindling. The crowd was eating it up.