Novel & Cerita I Was A Male War Bride

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.

Uncle Salman commented, his face contorting into a gracious smile that has the women in the community peeking. ~ "Thank you so much." His new bride of five minutes said to their so called waliys, he doesn't know their names too. He was serious when he told her he doesn't know her name because he didn't bother reading those first words but dive in to find out more. He didn't find it important but look where he is, now married to this same person he gave no importance to is now his wife. What sort of irony is this? Him, married the day he landed in Chad to his supposed enemy that has him flying to another country just to sell two buildings.

I hated breaking this news to my precious girl. I had never had children of my own. I had lost my husband Tom in the war. He went to fight and he never came home to me. I couldn’t bring myself to be with someone else. I stayed in the home we had bought together. The house we planned to make our family home. Only it became my own lonely haven. A home on my own. Because after losing him I couldn’t imagine being with someone else.

I’m his wife. As the word wife left my lips. It became clearer. It dawned on me as if a bucket of cold water had just been dumped on me. I am really married to Mr Richard Miller? I’m now a Miller? It’s still better than having my father’s name with all the hardship that came with it. Just then, the door to the room was thrown open. Mr Miller stood in the doorway, his right hand, perched on his walking stick while the left was in his pocket.

ALPHA’S PREDESTINED BRIDE (His Unexpected Mate) EPISODE SIXTEEN THEME: Alpha’s ideal type of woman MOON STONE PACK Deep down in Meagan’s heart she was scared to find out that the warlord could be a married man whose wife was far away from the pack, an auto mechanic, a single father of three kids or even a divorcée. Different thoughts ran into her mind. Maybe she should have found out more about him. “Did you managed to get the attention of that man?” Meagan asked trying to switch the topic.

I could hear the music playing and the applause echoing throughout the grand hall as my father gripped my arm tightly, without an ounce of delicacy, while we walked down the aisle to the wedding march. Upon reaching the altar, my father handed me over to my future husband, Alexander Líbano.

I blushed from his passionate gaze and said in a low voice, “Javien…” He poured us two glasses of wine. After we drank, he embraced me gently and rested his chin on my shoulder. He sounded delighted and joyous. “I finally got to marry you, Catie. From now on, you shall be my wife.” I said softly, “And you shall be my husband.” We consummated our marriage that night. …… Three months later, a war broke out at our border. Unexpectedly, Eldwin, who had grown up comfortably in the Royal Capital, volunteered to lead the army.

No doubts, the Villa screamed wealth. “Hello damsel.” She turned to her side to see a man, dressed in a double-breasted suit—a dress code she observed was similar to the men inside. But what was he doing there? “I'm Felix Carrillo and, just like your husband, I'm a Mafia underboss.” He introduced, but Lillian didn't see the necessity, so she didn't bother to reply. He raised an eyebrow after a while, “Wouldn't you introduce yourself?” “I'm sorry, but I'm not actually conversant with strangers.” Lillian replied as politely as she could, but he only chuckled, not planning to give up.

Ava I was married. Married. I still couldn't believe it. I was married to a man who crashed my wedding ceremony, declaring that my father had sold me to him when I was only seven. That couldn't have been legal. Oh, and that’s not even the crazy part. Far from it actually. Not only was I married to this crazy person, but apparently, this man was the long-lost heir of the Russian Mafia who was supposed to be dead. And they say weddings aren't fun.

"I gave birth to him during the first world war, my husband was a soldier and died in battle at the time that I was heavily pregnant. My parents then wanted to marry me off to a wealthy man from Aurora Island, I told them I wasn't interested and that I was pregnant. How can I marry another man when I'm pregnant with someone else's child?" She continued, "but my parents said the wealthy man from Aurora Island didn't mind at all and that since the first day he set his eyes on me, he wants to have me as his wife so I had to run away from home and ran off to the mountain on the day the wealthy man was coming to take me away."