I Married Novels & Stories

The past four years of his life had been very painful and tiring. It was not the life he dreamt for him and Elaine. All he ever wanted then was to take her away from everything that was scaring her. He wanted to protect her, to always be by her side at all costs. But she kept pushing him away. When he asked her to marry him, without hesitation Elaine answered yes. She was so certain as if she won't be regretting her decision. The conviction in her voice felt like a gentle hand that caressed his heart at the moment. He married her despite their huge age gap and indifferences. Despite the fact that he had no idea about women. He was a fool for believing she married him because of love. He was

I heard a scream, a growl, and a few other terrifying sounds before my husband came back to me with a wicked grin on his face. "All clear," he declared as he reached out his hand. I accepted his hand, smiling nervously. "I married Jackie Chan," I muttered. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "Those weren't strong opponents." I shook my head, praying there wouldn't be any more surprises on our way. Of course, that didn't happen. As soon as we turned around the corner, another shooter approached us. Aren got him before I acknowledged where the bullets came from, but then turned to face me with a grim look.

--- Mia's POV Each morning brought a flood of congratulatory messages, reminders of the future my parents had meticulously planned for me. I responded mechanically, hiding my turmoil behind a polite facade. How could they disregard my feelings so callously, forcing me into a marriage that felt more like a prison sentence than a celebration of love? The memories of high school days haunted me relentlessly, compounded by past relationships that had left scars. I had promised myself never to marry out of fear, a fear stoked by the trauma I had endured.

Ahmed asked. “We’re fine,” Amelia replied briefly, busy unwrapping the cutlery for her father. “And your marriage? Is everything going well? Does your husband treat you right?” Amelia paused, looking up and smiling at her father. “Everything is fine. Ethan treats me very well.” “Are you sure?” Ahmed asked, his gaze steady as he tried to read her expression. Ahmed had initially disapproved of Amelia’s decision to marry a man who already had a wife. He had been concerned about the challenges his daughter might face. However, after many reassurances, Ahmed had reluctantly given his blessing.

“And if I hadn’t been the class cleaner back then, you wouldn’t have caught me outside the classroom.” Chase hugged me tighter. “Let’s get married again, Baby. This time, I want to marry you not out of obligation, not because we need to prove something, but because we both want to.” I laughed, turned to face him, and cupped his cheeks. “You have already given me my dream wedding, so now it’s your turn. Grey, how do you want to marry me?” He grinned and gave me a quick kiss. “Actually… it’s happening right now,” he said, brimming with excitement.

Dinner was the same, Ian never once made an appearance, thank God for that. I’d been avoiding my social media and direct messages. At the sight of my F******k page, I grimaced. I didn’t want to see posts of other people going about their lives when mine was so out of place. When there's been a significant shift in my life my mates are busy attending frat parties, going on trips, taking photos, and tagging people. Quickly swiping out of the app. I go to my messages instead, finding the one I wanted. I type out three words. Me: I got married.

“I just met with Mira’s mother. She’s thrilled that you and Mira are finally tying the knot. Don’t worry, I’ll handle all the wedding arrangements. You don’t have to do a thing, just be present.” Her voice is animated, self-assured. Chris exhales, leaning back in his seat. “Mum, I’m married.” Silence stretches on the other end. “What do you mean you’re married? To who? When?” Her voice rises, sharp with disbelief. “I will introduce her soon,” Chris answers calmly. “We registered today.” The rebuke that follows is long and fierce, his mother’s anger pouring through the line until she finally hangs up, demanding he come see her immediately.

Selene watched in panic, terrified that I might drop another bombshell. Facing the guests and the cameras, I offered a polite smile. "First of all, congratulations to Ms. Liraine and Mr. Riverton on their marriage and future success in business." I paused, then reached into my pocket and raised a marriage certificate high for everyone to see. "Secondly, I'd like to clarify something. Half a month ago, I already registered my marriage with my wife, Aria Grant. I'm here today purely as a guest—to offer my congratulations."

She could not fully enjoy the beauty of New York and had to hurry home to cry in her apartment all day long. "Anyway, you're not a good man in my opinion. At least you haven't gotten to that point yet. Just remember my advice, don't create any scandal with Alessia while we are still bound by this stupid marriage.” “This is not a stupid marriage. This is a real wedding. You can forever be my wife if you want.”

he asked, I also noticed that he was looking at my finger earlier. I smirked. "To make it clear, you don't have a girlfriend? I won't be a hooker? No one's going to pull my hair because I'm going to marry you?" He grinned a little. "None." I stand towards the glass window where you can see people below. I placed my hands on the railings. "Then why real marriage? Can we tell them that we are married even if we are not?" "My family will probably hire an investigator if I'm telling the truth or not. You can't fool them easily, Iris."