Marriage In A Heartbeat Novels & Stories

She was walking back and forth with her breath rushing and heart pounding. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna marry, I’m gonna marry, I’m gonna marry,” she muttered quickly and repeatedly as she paced back and forth and then sat on the edge of her bed as she massaged her forehead. She looked up with her eyes closed and then took a deep breath and let it out as she opened her eyes.

2. Marriage is a promise made by two lovers, to cherish and hold themselves forever. Wade called it bluff. To him it was the tool that would put his perfectly thought out revenge in motion. No one ever hurt him and went unscathed. It has been years but this was the perfect time to strike. When he had all the power and his opponent was vulnerable. Spinning in his seat he smiled to himself. This had taken years in the planning, and even a longer period of waiting. But today, he would laugh at his enemy and watch him beg on his knees.

"What do you mean 'call off the marriage?'" Olivia tossed her head petulantly, hands on her hips. "Exactly what I said. I'm not interested anymore." "But...but why?" Mason sputtered, his mind spinning. They'd been together for years, building a wonderful life side-by-side. What had suddenly changed? That too at this dying minute?? "You can’t just…the wedding is just three hours away. What has come over you?!” “What came over me has already come off and that’s why I’m saying I can’t do this anymore.”

“Besides, I know you’re desperate enough to agree.” And it stings, but I can’t deny—there’s a certain amount of truth in that statement—I am desperate, stuck in circumstances beyond my control. I nod slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Fine. I’ll marry you.” A faint smile crosses his face, one that does not touch his eyes. He leans forward, dropping his voice down to a near whisper. “Good. We’ll have the papers ready by tomorrow. No one else will know about this—not your family, not my family. It’s just between us. Do you understand?”

I looked at the document in my hands and went into the house through the backdoor making sure no one notices me. I locked myself up the moment I got into my room and I wheeled myself straight to my desk. I put the file on the table and I saw my full name as well as Aaron's full name written boldly at the front. 'Terms and conditions of the marriage contract' I opened it and I began to read the content 'The marriage is an agreement between both parties and it is going to last for a period of one year' 'During the period of one year, Hazel Carter is expected to get pregnant for Aaron Gray and give him an heir in a year. Hazel must also move in immediately after getting married to Aaron'

And despite all the tension in the room, the fact that she came back is enough to flutter my heart with hope. She clearly doesn’t feel the same way, because Ava scoffs, marching right up to me and shoving her phone in my face. The headline I’ve read a thousand times since it came out blinds me. In big, bold letters, The Billionaire’s Ballard reminds me that Ava and I are going to get married in less than a month, news that makes my heart do a little flip each time I read it. “Well?” Ava snaps, forcing me to face her. The full force of her angry, mesmerising green gaze nearly puts me six feet under. If looks could kill, Ava would be wanted for murdering me at least 8 times over.

I could hear his controlled breathing and feel the weight of his stare pressing against me. "Listen, Nelly," he said, at last, his voice even but firm. "This marriage will be purely contractual. No strings attached. In public, we’ll pretend to be a loving couple. In private, we go our separate ways." His eyes burned into mine, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Especially for my parents—we just need to convince them we’re in love so they’ll stop meddling." He exhaled slowly before continuing. "If you agree, I’ll take care of your grandmother’s medical bills. It’s just for a year, and then we both walk away. No complications, no expectations."

His heartbeat was a strong, steady drum against my back. He didn’t speak. He just held me, one hand splayed possessively over my stomach. In the quiet, the reality of our situation settled over us again, heavier than any blanket. The wedding in Vegas. My family. Zayne. The secret marriage that felt both like a lifeline and a prison.

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

Not yet. The lawyers are pretending not to watch, gathering their papers like this is just another Tuesday night merger. My lawyer, Richard, clears his throat. “Everything is signed and filed. The marriage license will be expedited. Ceremony in forty-eight hours to satisfy Phoenix Holdings.” Sophia’s head snaps toward him. “Forty-eight hours?” I smile. “Afraid you’ll change your mind, wife?” “Don’t call me that.” “I’ll call you whatever I want. Starting tonight.”