Mario Marry Peach Novels & Stories

Giovanna rolled her eyes and took my hand, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Marcello is gone. I'm getting married to Raphael.” “Yes, we know. He challenged your brother twice to protect you. He’s a good man, not just suitable for our lifestyle. We can’t afford to give our family secrets to someone that can’t accept them in the first place.” The third aunt said coldly, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back plainly, knowing she was only being tough. “You don’t even know him, Marietta. He would do anything for me, as I would for him. He faced the Russian mafia for me.” Giovanna protested but her aunt shook her head disapprovingly.

After that bloody massacre, I desperately longed for a home. So, when my wolf awakened and recognized Drew, I didn't hesitate to form a mate bond with him, even though he had nothing to his name. I naively believed that hard work alone would improve this family. Instead, he rushed to the battlefield on the day of our wedding and vanished for three years. Then, Leo came along. He used to be a pup who could make everyone go soft. "Where have you been this past month, Jenny?" Leo asked. I remained silent.

One would think the wedding was his since he'd singlehandedly been planning every step of his master plan carefully for weeks since the mysterious demise of Darius Martel. Initially, the wedding truly was his to Darius' widow, Cayetana Martel, but out of the blue, he woke up feeling like I was of age to marry either of the Martel daughters and prove I had his blood running through my veins. In all the twenty-six years of my life, I hadn't imagined myself marrying anyone anytime soon, that too, a woman like Sofia. I was raised to be merciless, cold and heartless. Looking into those innocent milky pools of the most uncommonly striking green eyes I'd ever seen vividly reflected the delicate nat

She couldn't figure out how to reply to her. Ivy chortled. She continued, "In case you need a reminder, Miss Mirabel. I am legally married to Mr. Dillon Long and if you wish to get married to him. Then you need to get him to divorce me first," Her voice was clear and stern. She moved her mouth close to her ear and mumbled, " Don't play dirty games with me again, Mirabel. I won't sit back and watch you humiliate me any longer." She smiled brightly at her and strolled upstairs into her bedroom. Mirabel's face had reddened out of shame and fury. She sent punches into the air and stomped her feet into the house madly.

That's why I'd taken the time to draft this contract, to protect myself from him. "Hmmm..." Mario finally spoke, his voice low and husky, after what felt like an eternity. "No intimacy. Not even kissing or the least pecking," he read from the contract, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. My face flushed, and I nodded. Mario's eyes shone with amusement as he gazed up at me. "But you're my wife." "Fake!" I snapped, my voice sharp. "You have a real one at home." Mario merely shook his head, before returning his attention to the contract.

he said again in Grace's ear, and again took the time to kiss her on the forehead. "Mr. and Mrs. Blair, the marriage certificate is complete. You can come out to take your turn with the other couples, please." A middle-aged woman came up to Grace and Noah to hand over the marriage certificate and subtly told them to get out of there so that the other couples could go through the marriage process as well. Noah nodded and led Grace out of the room. He noticed that Grace was daydreaming as she stared at her green marriage certificate. "Why, darling? I'm sorry that this marriage is forced. We have to get married to

The door soon creaked open and Mario walked into the room with something in his hands, he walked over to the side of the room and openeded the window revealing the very clean and dark room, all though it was dark and scary it still looked neat and manly. "Please my prince let me go." Lara begged as she stared at him. He gently walked over to her with a blue rose in his hands and sat done next to her on the bed. "I don't know much about women and didn't know how to express my feelings in the right way so don't get scarred of me." Mario said and stared at her face. "But..but you slapped me... You nearly kill me... I can't marry you, you may hurt or kill me someday if I make you angry!"

Mario hissed, a smirk dancing at the corner of her lips. “What way?” I asked and he grinned. “It’s gonna be a surprise, leave the game to the planner, bro,” he said, patting my shoulder fondly. I smiled, feeling better. Well… there’s a way out of this somehow. I don’t care about how Mario does it, I just want to go back to chasing back my ex-wife once again. “Get your suit ready; your wedding is going to be on the headlines for months. It’s going to be the best,” Mario said and I grinned widely, understanding what his mischievous eyes were saying to me.

On his way to the toilet, Mario said over his shoulder, “You will not be working there anymore, my love.” I didn’t want to strain my vocal cords, so I waited for him to return. I glowered at him when he reappeared. “Well, why? And why didn’t you let me know?" Mario shrugged. “It makes sense since you’re going to be a Princeton.” “So I get married to you and end up being a doormat? Is that what you’re hoping for? You make all the decisions, and I follow along?” Mario’s expression dipped. “You just slipped this diamond ring, worth more than everything I have ever earned, without even asking me to marry you!”

“And the press” A knot formed in my stomach. “I'll be introducing you as my wife” For a second, I forgot how to breathe. “So… tomorrow” “Tomorrow” “But we won't even be married yet”. I said “We will”. Damian replied I blinked. “When” “This afternoon” I stared at him. “This afternoon?”. “Yes” “As in…”. I glanced at the wall clock on the wall. “…Today?” Damian checked his watch as though we were discussing a business meeting instead of a marriage.