Man Marries Himself Novels & Stories

Dominico sat stiffly across from Celeste, Clarisse and Adam, his face hard and unchanging. The long dining table between them shone under the chandelier but the brightness did nothing to ease the tension in the room. Adam sat still and silent with his calm posture showing no reaction while Clarisse leaned forward with tone insistent as if trying to defend her daughter with every word. For most of the meeting, Dominico listened without interrupting. Then Celeste spoke about the benefits of Victor and Naomi’s union while Clarisse stressed that the marriage would bring stability. They talked about alliances, reputation and mutual gain, treating the matter like a transaction rather than acknowle

Uno said, his words only adding to Manuela's anxiety. "W-what do we do?" "We need to learn basic information about each other and show him you love me, and I love you—that's why we're getting married," Uno stated, making Manuela feel queasy. "We need to pull this off for this contract. Damn it! My grandfather's ruining my plans!" Uno complained. "Why don't you find someone who actually loves you and wants to marry you? Then I'll pay my father's debt—maybe not the full amount, but I promise I'll pay it."

Do you, Iris Moreno, take Marx Donovan as your lawfully wedded husband—to love and obey this contract, in power and partnership? She paused. A minute. But long enough for her father's fingers to close around her own, hard. "I do," she said. The words shattered, like glass stretched taut to breaking. They ratified their marriage with rings—shining, silver circles. No gems. No emotion. Just metal. Like handcuffs. His vow was tangible. Typed. Indestructible. Hers in transitory flesh and bone. When finally the minister spoke, "You may now kiss the bride," Marx did not stir. Then, as if it were a reflex action that didn't even touch his horizon of consciousness, he leaned and kissed her.

I replied without remorse. “I can't believe I'm doing this… but… but if it's the only way… I agree, Mabel will marry you." He stammered. "The marriage will be based on a contract and would only last for 5 years until you're done repaying the loan." I said, my eyes were fixed on him with a piercing gaze. "Alright, it's fine. I'll make the arrangements." He said, Antonio Mariano, in his desperate, and breaking voice, reluctantly agreed.

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I turned my head and saw John standing there, wild-eyed, pale as death, having knocked over the table in front of him. The next instant, he charged toward the stage like a madman, shouting, "No! You can't marry him, Audrey! You can't marry him!"

Martin demanded, his voice beginning to rise with anger. "I chose to enter a lawful marriage after my previous one had been legally dissolved. My actions are nothing like yours, Martin—having an affair until the other woman became pregnant, then secretly marrying her behind your first wife's back under the pretense of an unregistered marriage. Ironically, you demoted your lawful first wife to second place in your life." Marwan's words cut through Martin like a blade, leaving a deep ache in his heart.

I stared at him, my face darkening. “You know, don’t you?” he said lazily as he stepped closer. “You know Serafina didn’t marry you just for you.” I said nothing. He tapped my cheek like he was enjoying the look on my face. “Knowing changes nothing. She’ll still choose me. Just like Mom and Viola.” I bit down hard, my chest heavy and tight. Then he bent toward me, his voice turning soft and ugly. “You know what else? Dad’s death had nothing to do with you.”

I feel sick to my stomach. I take a deep breath as I look at myself in the mirror wearing the silky white dress my mother had made for this day: my wedding day. I still can’t believe this is happening. Today I will marry a man I’ve never seen in my life, I will be his wife till death do us part. No chance to escape or divorce, my family’s lives depend on me staying with him for the rest of my life.

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.