It Was Time For Oli To Marry の小説・ストーリー

I squealed without knowing when and grabbed him into a huge hug. “ Olivia's getting married!!! ” I turned to see Cole standing at the counter with a formy sponge in her gloved hands and a plate half washed. What the fuck is this bitch saying?!? “ Olivia is getting married?!?! ” I turned to see Dad by the door way sweaty and dirty as he seemed to have come back from work. Oh shit I muttered as it began to snow in the room

“Yes. Three days.” “W-Wait. Isn’t that too… ahh!” she didn’t finish her complaints as I lifted her from the ground and carried her with my arms. “It was because I cannot wait any longer, my dear bride.” And with a long stride, I took Olive inside my castle. ** ** ** Olive’s POV I was in disbelief when I discovered that I would be marrying Aaron right after celebrating my 18th birthday. It was an unexpected gift from him that took me by surprise.

Before Nicolai could answer, the High Priest stepped forward. "The ceremony has already been completed in accordance with pack law and Council law." "I do not accept it," Morris snapped, his eyes never leaving mine. "You cannot simply marry someone else one day after leaving me, Ophelia." My heartbeat slowed. The trembling in my hands disappeared. When I looked at Morris again, the fear that had ruled me yesterday was nowhere to be found. I stepped forward. The movement immediately drew every eye in the hall. A faint smile touched my lips. "I do not remember being mated to anyone."

Just disobeying him, or disobeying, guarantees a not-so-good outcome. Get married. Oh, this is really shocking news for Olwen, who has so many things to do but is not yet complete. Olwen does not want to end her free single life too soon to embark on a life of marriage, family, and husband and wife. She thinks she's too young to get married. Olwen is only twenty-three, her youth is not deep enough, and most of all, her ambitions and dreams are not yet in place. So much effort, the effort of Olwen over the years, now it's a pity to give up halfway. Olwen did not mind, a thousand times disapproving.

Then she pointed at me and shouted, "Fine! I'll marry you—but Caleb's living with us. I'll spend at least five nights a week at his place. And if I get pregnant with his baby, you're raising it like your own!" The room gasped. A few elders shouted, "Ridiculous!" and "Outrageous!" I glanced over—my dad's fist was clenched so tight his knuckles went white. Pretty sure he finally got why I didn't choose Rosie. I looked her dead in the eye. "Who said I was marrying you?" Right then, Yvette rolled up onto the stage. She clapped once, and the giant screen behind us lit up—photo after photo from our rushed wedding shoot. Some were full-on kissing shots.

“Besides, your focus should be on the kids. I’m leaving for a business trip. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow.” I swallowed. “Then… when you come back… can we go to my apartment? The one Tim and I shared?” He didn’t answer. He just kept walking. “After your next task.” My brows knit together. “What task?” “Stephie has a wish,” he said casually. “She wants to see us get married.” My eyes widened. “W-what? Married? What are you talking about? Us? Getting married? No way—” “You’re already married to me, Olivia,” he said flatly. “Did you forget that?”

But it didn't work. "Nice? It’s more than nice, Matt. It means we are exactly where we belong," Olivia said, as she stepped closer. She reached out and touched my chest with a smile. Then she helped me with unbuttoning. "Everyone saw how well we fit together tonight. It is always what you have wanted right? To be with me and not be forced to marry someone you don’t even love.” Her words were supposed to make me feel good. They were supposed to prove that bringing her back was the right choice but mentioning Tyla changed a lot of things.

The moment they walked in, Olivia wasted no time in teasing me. “Look at how beautiful you are. I swear, Emily, I wish you would be the next in line after Camille,” Olivia said as she adjusted the fabric of my dress. I smiled softly, knowing where her words were headed. She wanted me to get married. She had been hinting at it for weeks now. But we both knew it could not happen anytime soon. Ethan had too much on his plate. His family expectations, the complicated situations he had to resolve, everything needed time. But her words still touched me, even if they felt like a distant dream.

she annoyingly shrieked. "Come on, Hailey, my daughter, stop fantasizing about him. He's married now, okay? Just accept it," a big white man said with tobacco in his mouth, and he coolly sat down closer to his daughter. "I know something is off, Dad. I'm telling you. I never saw that woman with him for so many years I followed him so, how could he marry her? I can smell something fishy is going on," she mentioned with her intuition about the girl that Grey married.

Immediately I noticed the tense atmosphere, it seemed like they both had a big fight, so I decided to keep quiet and continued with my meal. They both took their seats and we ate in silence with only the sounds of our cutleries invading the tranquility. I stood up to leave for school since I was already done with my meal. "Sit Lucinda", my dad said in a commanding tone that sent shivers down my spine. "I have something to tell you he continued", while I gave my mom an unknowing look which she returned with a pained and guilt-filled look. "You'll be getting married, you'll be getting married to Dylan Talen", he finished.