Novel & Cerita I Was A Male War Bride

“Because he’s hot? Because he talks pretty when he’s not dodging questions? You don’t even know who he is.” “I do,” I said softly. Both James and Sadie looked at me. Sadie blinked. “You what?” “I looked him up,” I admitted. “The day after we got married.” Misha’s jaw ticked, but he stayed quiet. Sadie frowned. “What do you mean you looked him up?” I hesitated, then said it. “He was called the Warlord. A battlefield legend. There are forums about him. Articles, classified leaks, ghost reports from conflict zones. People called him a myth. Some didn’t believe he was real.”

I saw my father beg with his head slightly bowed in shame. I was taken aback by what he was saying. So the marriage contract was only for three years and it was three months left? I mentally facepalmed myself when images of last night came floating in. I just had to go complicate things further when I should have just let the contract elapsed on its own.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

I remembered back when Damian and I were still together, I had told him, "My mom married my dad when she was 28 years old, and my sister got married at that age, too. Both of them ended up incredibly happy. I guess I'm just superstitious like that." Back then, Damian had scooped me up into his arms with a laugh. "Message received loud and clear, my dear. The day you turn 28, I'm absolutely going to marry you." Not long after that conversation, I received word that Damian had gone missing overseas. I cried for two days straight. On the third day, ignoring everyone who tried to stop me, I traveled halfway across the world to a war zone and became a war correspondent. I searched for him for fou

He wasn’t just my jailer. And I wasn’t just his wife. I wasn’t just his property. We were two forces colliding. Two empires bound by law and blood. And this marriage… this Golden Vow… was not the end of my freedom. It was only the beginning of the war. And I intended to win.

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

Vasilia winced and then strolled up to Warren and slapped him, "Silence, when I am queen, the name will be outlawed." "Pffft," Warren laughed, "I played hockey. You'll have to do better than that to make me listen," he spat at her feet. Vasilia sneered and pointed to a soldier, "You there, pistol whip my future husband. He needs to learn a happy wife will lead to a happier life." There was something familiar about the soldier who approached Warren. He hesitated to hit Warren and whispered, "I'm sorry," Before he drove the but of the rifle down.

MIRON “She’s pregnant, damn it, I can’t stand her anymore,” Igor’s voice trembled, drowning in despair. I could see tears streaming down his cheeks, but they didn't make a sound. Who says men can't cry? Who says we don't have the right to feel the suffocation of betrayal? Igor is one of my best and most trusted brigadiers. For the past six months, he's been at war with his household. His wife, who had always been obedient, elegant, and devoted to him, has revealed her true colors.

"What is it?" "We found something." Both Adrian and Eva turned. "The bride's car has been located." Eva's pulse quickened. "Where?" The officer swallowed. "At the airport." Adrian's expression remained unreadable. "Was she alone?" The officer hesitated. Then quietly replied— "No, sir." "She left with another man."

He'd be going there later. In the bedroom, Bradstreet waited for his erection to come back while exploring Monica intimately. "So this is where your husband enjoyed you?" Monica nodded not wanting to discuss him. "I have found the Italian soldier is not the bravest - unlike the Germans. Just surrender and go into the camps and leave their women to be fucked." "My husband was not a coward. He die in battle." "I'm sure, honey. Best always die leaving the weak who survive. Must have been some man to get into your panties. Where you a virgin when he married you?"