I Was A Male War Bride Novels & Stories

I didn't know my mouth was hanging open until someone called my attention. “Jack will be taking you to your room” the stand in said. The Jack came forward and took hold of my luggage before I cut in. “Excuse me” I started. “Which one of you is my husband?” I asked. I couldn't take it anymore. They were treating me like I was some kind of goods getting delivered. If my husband was to be among them, I wouldn't know because no one knew who he was. He was just a very popular billionaire, running various industries and companies.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I...I can explain everything, I swear. Just give me the chance.” My knees fall to the ground where I'm now leveled with him, meeting his eyes even as they harden against me. “Please, Dad.” It feels like my entire world is crumbling, and I don’t know how to fix any of it. My mind screaming for some way to make him understand. But how is he going to understand I entered a contract marriage with an enemy of his? “You put me at the mercy of that bastard,” he venomously accused.. I shake my head furiously as the tears blind me. “I was desperate. Please, Dad, I was going to tell you. I swear I was. But I needed you to be well. You are all I have left. Dad, pleas

I had seen the hurt in her eyes, but I had ignored it anyway. The call with my grandfather that night had shifted something inside me. His voice still rang in my head as I thrusted myself deep inside her. His repeated warnings on how I wasn’t allowed to love her. Not allowed to love my wife! It's insane that this whole contract and marriage thing was his idea and now, I wasn't allowed to love her. She did not deserve any of this. The moment she signed that contract and agreed to that marriage, she stepped into a dangerous world that followed me everywhere. Now her brother had paid the price for it.

Humiliation burned through me, my vision turning red as I forced out the words, "I'm Portia's legal husband. We're officially registered!" I thought the marriage certificate would be my strongest proof. But the moment the words left my mouth, laughter erupted all around me. One of Lucas's groomsmen crouched down, patting my face mockingly. "Your 'wife' said you've got serious delusions—I didn't believe it before, but now it looks like she was right. You say you registered your marriage with her? Then take a look at this."

"No! I have to be there! It's the very last performance his band is giving. Plus, I just got wonderful news I need to share with my husband. We're going to have a baby! Our very first. I hope it's a boy. If it is, whether he likes it or not, he's going to be named for his father. Ewan McLough Junior. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" The soldier had nearly stopped listening until he heard the name. "Is your husband a Scot?" "No, he's an American, but he served in your country for almost four years." "Does your husband have a nickname?"

"And who the hell are you?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at that bratty girl from head to foot. "Me? I'm James' wife," I said with full confidence. I saw Nathalie's shocked face. I winked at her and mouthed 'Trust me' The bratty girl and her dad took a few seconds to recover from their shock. "I didn't know that Mr. Feria is already married." The old man said. "We got married in the Philippines before I went here to the US," I said, which is true.

He tilted my chin up, his lips curling into a grin. "Welcome to hell, my wife," he whispered before pressing his lips against mine. And just like that, I was married to Zion Yohan Warren—the devil in disguise. After the ceremony, we spent time speaking with our guests, particularly the business associates of the Allen and Warren families. It still felt surreal that I was now officially a Warren. I knew the power that came with this surname, the influence it carried. But all I could think about was Yohan’s chilling words after our kiss.

The rest of the guys turn to me and grin. "I did. And I honestly couldn't believe it." Greg spoke up, hands wrapped around the waist of a lady he had picked for the night. "You guys kept pressuring me to have a girlfriend. So I did the only reasonable thing that came to mind. I did not expect it to blow up." I had made a post the night before requesting a mail-order bride only for me to wake up this morning and see it had gotten viral. Let's not even talk about the dozens of applications I had received as a result, my phone almost exploded.

Forrest nodded, trying to get serious. I sighed, reaching out to hold my wife’s hand. “Well, unlike Yūri, I was born and raised in San Francisco. My parents immigrated to chase the American dream before world war two started. Of course, it wasn’t long after that they ended up in a camp.” I began rolling my eyes. “I was born the year after they were released. I had a happy childhood. My father was Hikari Takuya and my mother was Riko Saki. In Japan, my father has been a policeman. But with how things were going and the talk of war looming, they left to avoid him being drafted into a war he probably wouldn’t come back from.” I sighed.

Yes, everyone in the clan has already noticed that I turned on her, only she alone does not want to notice this. - Stupid, impudent fox. I have long lost my head from one small fearless splinter. The fox looked at me incredulously, bright stars danced in her blue eyes. My charming couple. Now I was glad that the elders had insisted and brought her to the clan. That day came to mind. Rice came to me and, turning pale, announced the decision of the elders to return the bride home. The same half-blooded daughter of Alexander Kedano, whose mother fled under unclear circumstances, taking her with her. I remember being very angry. Problems rained down on the clan like curses: the north haunted, Al