I Married Novels & Stories

"If I marry you, you can't let me suffer even a little." "Never," he said instantly. He looked happier than a kid who had just gotten his favorite toy. As if afraid I would change my mind, Wayne couldn't wait any longer and married me a week later. In this life, we would be happy together.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her child growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So, I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day.

Camilla Sterling catches her fiancé cheating with his best friend and escapes to a bar, where she spends one reckless night with a mysterious older man. The next morning, she discovers he's Damien Blackwell—her fiancé's father. Before they can bury their secret, footage of them entering a hotel leaks, threatening Damien's billion-dollar deal and Camilla's reputation. His solution? A contract marriage. Now she's living under the same roof as the man she should never have touched, pretending their marriage is fake while fighting an attraction that was never part of the contract.

' she asked. 'What if I want it to be a real marriage?' I repeated. 'I shall go and dress up for the date', she said, walking into the bathroom. 'and pretend I didn't hear you say that!' Why couldn't Iris be over her first marriage for goodness sake? I thought to myself. 'We have so many things in common and there is chemistry between us, no matter how much she might try to deny it, and why not, when we were mates? If she could just loosen up a bit, then ours will be an explosive mating! Adrian, I thought furiously, what hell did you make my wife go through that she needed w has trust issues even when it concerns me her mate?

Except for Chrіѕtmаѕ Evе, Maria аnd I have ѕреnt every night together ѕіnсе thаt day. Seven mоnthѕ аftеr that momentous dау, we wеrе mаrrіеd. Maria mоvеd into mу house, аnd hеr dаughtеr is staying in hеrѕ fоr nоw. Wе'vе hаd оur dіѕаgrееmеntѕ like any married couple, but I'm thаnkful fоr Mаrіа'ѕ рrеѕеnсе іn mу lіfе every nіght, аnd I wаkе nеxt tо hеr every morn wіth a ѕmіlе.

The man who wants to be her husband in every sense of the word. Because I did not just marry her out of convenience. I married her because, somewhere along the way, she became the person I could not live without. Isayanna Grey. My wife. The woman I love.

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

Ivan said out of the blues. "Why so early?" "Yes. The quicker we get married, the earlier, I get awarded that contract." I nodded, "I'll inform her today." * "Kate?" "Uh-huh?" "Can I tell you something?" "What?" She turned to me now, looking straight into my eyes. Chocolate brown eyes to pale blue eyes. "I'm getting married." She furrowed her brows, "Is that some code word for a secret of yours?" "No.. It does not have a double meaning. I mean it just the way I said it." I said casually.

"It's just a few days." "Mariano?" "Yes." He furrowed his brow. I leaned back against my desk. "Well, it's kind of complicated but we'll figure it out, eventually. We're married, aren't we?" "Correct. But Mira, Mariano did something to you. After your marriage to him, your relationship wasn't the same as it was anymore. Care to tell me what exactly happened?"