I Married Novels & Stories

Charlotte had expected that Christian would say such a thing and thus, she was not surprised when she heard his obnoxious statement. "Listen Christian, I'm happy you survived and I'm happy that you regained your memories, I truly am. But, we cannot be together ever again." "Why?!" Christian exclaimed. "Well in case you haven't noticed, I'm married," Charlotte pointed out. Christian reached forward and grabbed her shoulder causing her to gasp in fear. "That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone."

The contact sends an unexpected ripple of warmth through me. “You’re overthinking this,” he says. “I don’t think that’s possible when my husband rewrites our marriage in front of international media.” “You are my wife.” “That wasn’t the question.” Silence settles again. I look down at our hands. At some point during the walk out of the ballroom, Adrian took mine again. I hadn’t even noticed when. Our fingers are still intertwined. I slowly try to pull away. His grip tightens. Not aggressively. Just enough to stop the movement.

I went through the paper which said if I can't pay up the money in less than three weeks, I'll have to get married to him " I looked at him and he was smiling "I think you're going insane. you're practically loosing it. you think marriage is, game? it's a sacred bond between two people who wants to spend the rest of their lives together. how dare you?" I yell "calm down Ciara. I told you you would pay and it seems like the universe is in my favour. " he stood up and walked to me. he went behind my back and whispered "I have you where I want you Ciara. there's nothing you can do about it"

𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜

“I get it. Life hasn’t been kind to either of us, has it?” Isabelle tilted her head, intrigued. “What do you mean?” Mary Jane leaned back, her gaze turning distant. “I was married once. Thought it would last forever. But my husband… he ran off with someone else, leaving me with our child and no explanation.” Isabelle’s heart softened. “I’m sorry. That must have been awful.” “It was,” Mary Jane admitted. “But it taught me how strong I could be. And now, I work hard to give my son the life he deserves.”

Ava said, trying to fight her own emotions and tears that were already at her eyelids waiting to grace her face again. “I'm just 18 and you want me married?” Ava asked. “That's it Ava, you keep thinking you are little!” Mrs Sarah said, while she readjusted on the mattress she sat. “Go prepare for school, you are getting married to Ryan and that's final.” Mrs. Sarah added while she moved into the bathroom. Sluggishly Ava walked out the door leaving the room, her mom's words repeating in her brain. Thoughts running down her mind, ‘who is Ryan and why was she getting married to him’ she knows her mother was the devil but this was just too much.

On the first day, Caroline's cat had gone missing, and he needed to help her find it. On the second day, the light in her house had gone out, and he had to fix it. On the third day, she got sick and he had to take care of her. ... The days passed on like that. Then on the 99th day, he finally agreed to marry me. However, he left me at the altar instead. If someone hadn't spotted that marriage certificate he posted online, I would still be clueless. William had lied to me from the beginning to the end.

Five rings later. I hadn't scored a single point. The stall owner smiled politely. "Better luck next time." I folded my arms. "This game is definitely rigged." A familiar voice spoke behind me. "No." "It's your aim." I froze. “It's Damein.” The stall owner laughs. "Sir." "Help your girlfriend." We both freeze, both answer together. "She's not my girlfriend." "He's not my husband." Lily laughs. Damien picked up a ring. One throw. Perfect.

AURORA The next morning, I woke up with the biggest smile on my face because it was my wedding day. I have been married twice, and it was not a love match but there was something to this one that I liked. The air was filled with the buzz of celebration. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the soft fabric of my dress, my heart pounding. Today was the day I would become Mrs. Grey. It felt surreal, almost like I was living someone else’s life. I never thought I was ever going to get married again.

“Sophia… stay out of this. It’s between me and Judy.” I grabbed her hand and shook my head. “No, she doesn’t need to stay out. She’s my strength. She always has been.” He straightened and cleared his throat. “I… came to tell you that I’m married to Isabella now. But… we can still be friends… if you want.” The way he said it made him more foolish and stupid. My ears rang. I felt sick. The image of him kissing her at the altar came crashing into my mind. The deep, passionate kiss… the way he looked at her like she was everything… like I was nothing.