Man Marries Himself Novels & Stories

Noah, on the other hand, had squandered his position as the Brookes' legitimate heir, indulging in a life of leisure with no responsibilities. At the café, soft, melodic music played in the background. Howard flashed me a smile. "Do you remember this song?" I nodded; it was my favorite piece from Argusia. He had waited in line for ages to get tickets to bring me to the concert. "You haven't changed a bit," he remarked. I laughed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" "Still not planning to divorce?" I shook my head. "Divorce? That's impossible. I need this marriage to protect my assets worth over a hundred million."

"Then he wasn't ready. And I stop pretending that changes anything." I hang up, standing in the garden with the decision made. The kitchen door opens. Melissa emerges—changed now, ready for her day. She stops when she sees my face. "Tell me you did the right thing. Not the easy one." She crosses to where I'm standing. Studies me with those eyes that see everything. "I just bet everything on Adrian not failing." My laugh comes out hollow. She takes my hand. Threads our fingers together. "That’s the Marcus I married." She kisses me—not the quick pecks I've gotten used to, but full, lingering.

Nicarete threw himself into the man's arms, choking out, "Papa!" Romano's face went deathly pale. He stumbled back as if he'd been punched in the gut. "Y-You're married?" I stood up and looked at him calmly. "Romano, the day I left, we were over. Whether you signed those papers or not doesn't matter to me. I have a new life and a new family now." "Who is he?" Romano rasped while pointing at Mariano. "My husband," I said. Romano stared at Mariano for a long time, then at Nicarete, who was huddled in Mariano's embrace.

Because I promised myself I’d only marry for love, not convenience. But instead, I just muttered, “Because I’m not drunk enough to be stupid.” Something flashed in his eyes, anger, pain, maybe both. He stepped closer, his cologne sharp and expensive, and I realized he was the kind of man who crushed people for sport. “Maybe stupid is what I need right now,” he said softly. Before I could reply, Marco stumbled between us, laughing. “Yes! That’s what I’m saying. We should all just get married! What’s the worst that could happen?”

** We were three men, half-drunk and emotionally bruised, sitting in my penthouse like the world had ended and we were waiting for the aftershocks. Santino was halfway through my dumplings. Dante was halfway through his third drink. I was halfway to a breakdown. Then Dante cleared his throat. “I have an announcement.” Santino looked up, suspicious. “You’re not dying, are you?” “Worse,” Dante said, grinning. “I’m getting married.” I blinked. Santino choked on his drink. “You’re what?” “Married,” Dante repeated, like it was a word he’d just learned and decided to ruin. “Tying the knot. Locking it down. Putting a ring on it.”

He has managed to trap me once again. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't trust you. I had a hunch that the marriage scene was a facade. I was skeptical that you wouldn't give me back Max. Also, Gio's murder, his unborn baby... The best thing was to keep you within my reach" he sighs tiredly. "This is not how people get married!" I tear the papers. "This is the mafia, we don't work according to the law." He's unfased that I just tore the papers. "These are just the copy, the real one's are on the way to the court, by evening our marriage will be legally registered" he informs.

"Just like a newlywed, he'll carry me to our room and we'll take a bath together and, well..." I smiled and didn't add anything to my mind. "What a naughty mind you have right now, Aurora! Stop your malicious mind! You shouldn't think about that because it's really different from other couples who were deeply in love with each other. Just imagine that this will all end and this will happen in a real marriage with the man for you. So self, just go with the flow. You and Damien will be free to this marriage very soon..."

I’M PRETTY sure that Keandrick would find a way of getting out of the mess that I brought. I think I am bad luck here because ever since I entered the picture, I brought a mess to him. Yeah, what luck. After the confirmation of that fucking real marriage certificate by Darwin, my mind was like wandering in another universe, still processing these unending weird happenings around me. While Keandrick on the other side, immediately called someone on the phone I assumed that he was going to file an annulment of this so-called marriage thing I’ll be thanking him for that but that will be after if we get successfully annulled.

I cut Marina's sad remarks short. "I am a married man," I informed her firmly, attempting to persuade her that her emotions were misplaced. "She isn't your true love, not your true mate, by the law, the pronouncement of wonder, she isn't even the bride, she's just a random girl you married," stated Marina, attempting to undermine my marriage to my wife. "Who told you that?" I inquired, curious about Marina's source of knowledge. "You would have boasted about it if she was your true mate or the bride by law," remarked Marina, trying to raise questions in my mind.