Marriage In A Heartbeat Novels & Stories

It didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like falling again—but this time, without a window to blame. He walked toward the door, then paused, hand on the knob. “We get married in forty-eight hours.” My chest tightened. “That fast?” “The world doesn’t wait, Scarlett. Neither do I.” Then he opened the door, walked out, and left me alone—with fifty million dollars, a baby growing inside me, and a future married to a man who smiled like sin and made promises like war. Doomed, I am doomed.

“Charlotte, listen to me. Whoever you met…” “No.” She cut me off. “You listen. He said our marriage is a bargaining chip. That there’s a prenup. That there’s a clause in the merger tied to us staying married for a year.” I felt the blood drain from my face. “Charlotte…” “Is it true?” “Answer me!” I closed my eyes. “It’s… complicated.” “That’s not an answer.” I opened my eyes again. “Yes. There’s a clause.” She screamed over the phone. “Oh my God.”

I remained silent, and so did he. "Roy," I said, and he looked me in the eyes. Those eyes made my heart skip a beat I hadn't expected. "Let's get married." Roy didn't say anything, just frowned and looked at me, as if waiting for an explanation. "If you accept, we'll get married in 30 days, and you'll have 3% of my company's shares. You'll also have access to everything I own, as long as you're legally married to me." "What are you saying, dear?"

I leaned across the console of my mustang to check the speedometer, and I looked at Kenzo—my husband for exactly four hours and thirty-eight minutes. We have already planned this for a month now. This morning, a week before my eighteenth birthday, we sneak out early, drive to the courthouse and get married in a simple ceremony. Cause once we were married, nothing and no one could separate us apart. Net even my archaic father and his ideas about social class. Not my father’s drunken negligence. “You are not speeding,” I said in a calm voice. “Why are they pulling you over?”

There is literally no man in Skyline more gorgeous and loaded than Ashton fucking Laurent! I pulled her back down onto the stool. ‘Okay, calm the hell down. Marriage is still kind of a big deal, don’t you think? This feels… too fast.’ ‘Fast is the new normal,’ she fired back. ‘Half the city’s out here getting hitched after three Tinder swipes. Say yes first, panic later. Worst case, you divorce. Best case, you get to stare at that face every morning over coffee. Win-win.’ Then she smirked, her whole expression going full perv. ‘And let’s be real, you marry him, things are bound to liven up in the bedroom. I mean, you’ve got first-hand experience, haven’t you? He probably fuc—’

“From now henceforth, don't you ever disobey me!” “Yes sir,” I nodded quickly in full acquiescence. “And don't think I'd ever love you!” He added coldly. My heart ripped into pieces as those words fell into my ears. I took it in calmly and tried to act demure, but it still hurts from within. We advanced to the marriage registry and got our marriage certificate signed. I couldn't believe how quickly I had become Mrs Wrights, how everything is happening so fast. I should be happy I was getting married, but I wasn't. I wasn't because I wasn't getting married to the love of my life. I was a hired bride.

She did not want her mother to even know she is getting married. Sharon is a heart patient. What happens when she comes to know this is contract marriage and after a year Ian will divorce her?

"It was a disturbingly short period of seeing you and wanting to... needing to make you mine. I'm not perfect, but real men are not perfect, and perfect men are not real. I love you, and I promise that as long as I breathe, I will always and forever love you, cherish you, and worship the ground you walk upon. Please mark..." "Yes. Yes. Yes." I start shouting and jumping even before he completes the sentence. "Yes, I will marry you." He kisses me. Everything happens so fast; one moment we are having pussy-wretching sex, and the next moment we are getting married in court, waving our family farewell as they board a plane to Indonesia, and we leave to Dubai for our honeymoon. We are weeping in

All three people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. As she was leaving, Valentina vaguely heard the photographer’s complaint: “I had never seen such a strange young couple.” They’re a match made in heaven, but they don’t know how to laugh. Valentina sighed and denied it, not that she didn’t know how to laugh; she didn’t want to. Is there anything to be proud of in a marriage linked by a paper contract? Getting married is as simple as it costs nine dollars. It drizzled in the sky. Neither brought an umbrella.

a peaceful heart a special dream and joy forever after I promise you no one will work harder to make you happy or cherish you more than me you're the star that twinkles at night the breeze that makes things feel right you're the sunshine that drives blues away the best that makes my heartbeat every day I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning the only one I wanna kiss goodnight because the first time that I saw these hands I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them but mainly when you love someone as much as I love you getting married is the only thing to do so will you marry me???" . . I think I'm the first man who got proposal from