I Was A Male War Bride Novels & Stories

I settled onto my bed facing her, gathering my thoughts before continuing with my narrative. "My father arranged my marriage without my consent. It was more about his desires and expectations than my happiness. He didn't just want me to get married; he wanted me to give up dancing altogether. And even though I wasn’t sure if my in-laws would ‘allow’ me to pursue my dream or not, given how tradition and conservative my entire town was…I just couldn’t gamble with my life like that." I explained, a mix of frustration and sadness creeping into my voice. Gabby listened attentively, her eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and disbelief. "That's incredibly unfair," she remarked softly.

“Hubert, why has the wedding been canceled? Did something happen?” “It’s nothing, Grandpa. I can handle it myself. In a few days, I’ll be home to visit.” After that, I ended the call in a hurry. At the sight of luggage in my hands, the housekeeper, Mrs. Zoe, looked confused. “Mr. Houde, today’s your big day. Where are you going?” “My wedding with Bridget has been canceled. From now on, we are strangers.” Mrs. Zoe’s eyes widened in disbelief. Before she could reply, the sound of laughter came from downstairs.

I had just placed the fake marriage certificate on the living room table after arriving home when William Clark, my "husband," pushed the door open and entered. "Honey, I'm home. Did the baby give you any trouble today?" He opened his arms, wanting to hug me. However, he instantly froze when he caught sight of the marriage certificate on the table. "Why did you take the marriage certificate out?" he asked. I forced a smile and replied, "I'm thinking of finding some time to apply for Emmy's birth certificate."

I had folds on my stomach and back. I was so chubby that even my parents called me a fatty and claimed that they didn't give birth to me. I was afraid that if he saw how imperfect I was, he would abandon me and call off the wedding. “Exactly. We'll be married soon… Can't you just be patient till then?” I pleaded once more, reaching for his hand and he walked away, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. “Fine. Have it your way.” He muttered and left the room, slamming the door behind him. I let out a sigh as I sank into the bed, my mind spinning with thoughts.

] I stood below the stage. As if it had nothing to do with me, I watched them like the other thousands of guests. The Jordan Family started preparing for the wedding ceremony after that day, but the Cook Family remained silent. As Adam summoned Clara and me over to his side, his face glowed. “I’m sure your mom would be glad to see you guys finally settle down. Pick a piece of jewelry at the auction tonight as part of your wedding gift.” Clara sweetly thanked him and coquettishly threw herself into his arms.

"I'll be sending you a bill detailing the full amount Belgard has lost. You'll be held liable." She clearly had not expected that. She had always taken our relationship for granted. Whatever she asked for, I provided without hesitation. I had considered that generosity part of my duty as her fiancé. She, however, treated it as proof that her greed had no limits. What more was there to say? A woman like that did not deserve to become my wife. When I failed to return to the party, the rest of the Vernon family came to Belgard to find me. My grandfather's expression darkened the moment he spotted the IVWA agents.

They were positioned, which was a different thing and often a more durable one. The marriage had been Adler's idea, which was the kind of thing Adler was good at, the solution that was technically available and that no one else had thought to reach for. An alliance through marriage. The Maddox territory absorbed through a union that cost neither side what a conflict would cost and gave both sides something they could not get alone. The Maddox family got protection and proximity to a rising power. Bastien got the access point.

He looks at me like I’ve handed him something embarrassing. “I don’t understand,” I say. “This is what I trained for. This is who I am.” “You’re my wife now.” He doesn’t look up from his papers. “That’s who you are.” “But Adrian…” His fingers pause briefly on the paper before he speaks. “I don’t care about your little hobby. The conversation is over.” I open my mouth to argue. To tell him that music isn’t a hobby, it’s my blood, my breath, the only thing that makes me feel like myself.

"Dear guests. As you all know, Catherine is my wife. She wants nothing to do with this General. It seems he cannot stop pining after another man's bride." He was clearing my name. Publicly. I smiled beneath my veil. Then he took my hand, and we stood before the elders to exchange our vows. Charles leaned close to my ear and whispered, "My dear wife, from this day forward, we trust each other. We love each other. No doubts between us." I nodded, smiling. Then, a round of drums and trumpets sounded. Another royal decree had arrived.

And I have always trusted her choice. I felt like that decision would make me closer to her after her death. I couldn't exactly say I'd married him because he didn't even attend the ceremony. He'd been called to fight some war and I had to stand there like a fool at the altar, saying my vows into thin air. I didn't know what was more pathetic between that and having to act like I was happy with everything. Now he came back from the battlefield not only with a promotion to be Alpha, but a woman he claimed to be his father mate.