Marriage In A Heartbeat Novels & Stories

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

She could almost hear her thunderous heartbeat. At this moment, she almost felt that Grayson was not gay. However, the marriage certificate for a half-year period was fake. It was all just a fantasy.

“I know. But this time, I’m asking you if you are willing to marry me without a paper contract. Without the joining of blood. But a marriage of our hearts, witnessed just by our families. No one has to know — just you and me. And the people who love us…” Marriage of our hearts. My hands went to my face and covered it as my whole body shook with my sobs. I wasn’t expecting this, but this was all I wanted. Even without a paper contract. Even without a merging of blood. Just Austin committing to me and our love was more than enough. “YeSs yes! I would love that…” I cried, with my hands still on my face. “Now, that’s not how I expected this. I thought you would give me the same enthusiasm as ear

“You idiots! I saw her just yesterday! We spoke! And now you’re telling me she’s gone?! Who was with her?” “Mr. Windermere, sir. And… there’s something else.” “What now?!” “Mr. Windermere and Ms. Everheart… They’re married. Legally.” Theo’s eyes widened in disbelief. He shook his head violently. “No. No! I don’t believe it! They can’t be married. That’s not possible! I was supposed to marry Maeve—not that bastard!” The man handed him a document—their marriage certificate. Theo’s face contorted with rage.

He called out and shivers rushed down my spine. “Alpha, I…" “I'm getting married in two days, get everything ready” My heart scattered like a hammer hit against a piece of glass

I lay in bed, my head resting against his chest, and let myself absorb the reality of it all. He had asked me to marry him. Not in some rushed, pressured moment, but with patience, thoughtfulness, and love that had left me breathless. My fingers traced the broad planes of his chest, memorizing the warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Every beat was a reminder that he was here, that we were here, and that our lives had changed forever.

Someone beautiful. Someone glamorous. Someone perfect. "I’m not talking about a real marriage here.” His frown was back, his voice as steady and calm as a patient teacher speaking to a slow student. “It would be a marriage on paper and would only last a year, max. We wouldn’t even have to go through the charade of a big wedding. We could marry privately with only the minimum witnesses required to make it legal.”

“Think about it, Alison. A simple contract. You get to stay, I get my inheritance. We maintain appearances for however long necessary, then part ways cleanly when it’s no longer needed.” “And if we get caught? Immigration fraud is a federal crime.” “We won’t get caught. It’ll be a real marriage, legally binding. We just won’t tell anyone the reasoning behind it.” Her head was spinning. This was crazy. This was Eric Harrison, her boss, suggesting they get married like it was nothing more complicated than signing off on a merger. “I need time to think about this.” “You have three months,” he said. “I have six. We’re both running out of time.”

Instead, I was met with nods and perfunctory smiles that only deepened the chasm within me. At one table, I overheard a conversation about future business ventures and the strategic advantages that my marriage would supposedly bring. Their words were cold, impersonal, and it struck me how my personal happiness had become a mere footnote in a grand corporate strategy. Every detail of the wedding, from the floral arrangements to the seating charts, was dictated by those who valued power over individual desire. In that moment, I felt the sting of betrayal all over again—the bitter realization that I was a commodity to be traded, a means to an end rather than a person with hopes and dreams.

Her heartbeat accelerated with the thought she was going to be his bride. She was anticipating just before yesterday she was not happy with her marriage and now she was going to marry the man she desires. She was nervous that would be an understatement. She grabbed her phone and checked the messages but he still didn't reply to her. She wanted to talk with him before marriage but he still didn't reply to her nor did he contact her.