Married At First Sight Novels & Stories

My mouth widened, and my eyes flickered continually. "I don't believe in love at first sight, but you changed my mentality when I met you in Italy. The way you smiled gave my heart its first fluttering wave. Your beauty shines more than the stars. We met coincidentally for the first time in Italy, but after seeing you in England, I believe it's fate. Please, be mine," he professed, locking eyes with me.

Her eyes from time to time shift on the door. " Emma! I am your husband! Do you know what that means?" He asked, swallowing his pain. " I was married to you. Now I don't remember you. This is a very good reason, right? Let me go already. Okay? Please. Pretty please!" She shows her puppy eyes while jumping in small movements. " It's not happening." He sighs deeply and holds her hand. " Once you said that you shouldn't do something out of impulsive emotions. You may regret it later. I understand that you just had love at first sight. But shouldn't you know about your real life?"

Then she finally said softly, with her warm lips pressed against his ear, making him wait for a few seconds until the words reached his eardrum. "l love you, Adonis. Eight tomorrow morning, let’s do it." "Tomorrow morning, then. Tomorrow? Okay! I'll see you in a few hours." Before he could leave Angela’s house, she passionately kissed him. Safira never thought she'd end up here or that this day would come. One minute, she is floating on a cloud, and suddenly, she is as nervous as she can be. No matter how many times Safira played it repeatedly in her mind. She never thought she would be getting married. She surprised herself; she didn't have time to tell anyone but her friend Angela because

Carlo watched Sloane as she carefully drew her signature on the paper. He had no idea why he was doing what he was doing— getting married. But then, he somehow seemed to be enjoying it. Just a couple of moments ago, he entered the country. As a matter of fact, he was only checking out a property that he had his hands on. But somehow, this woman right here walked up to him with an audacious look in her eyes. And it seemed to have gotten to him in a way no one could have expected.

I never meant to fall for my sister’s fiancée. But the first time I saw Celine Hartman, she was standing under the soft glow of fairy lights in our mother’s living room, her wedding binder clutched to her chest like a shield. She was impeccable, hair pinned back, heels sharp, blouse crisp. Everything about her screamed control, poise, perfection. And maybe that’s why my chest clenched the second our eyes met.

"Mr. Greenwood, I do." Arnold's eyes were wet as he gripped my hand tight, as if he were holding the whole world. He slid the ring onto my finger, then bent down and kissed me—soft, slow, full of love. Behind us, Bailey's cries tore through the air. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I changed my course and ran toward my love and my new future. The sun was warm, the sea breeze gentle. And I knew that this time, I married my soul mate.

"If I marry you, you can't let me suffer even a little." "Never," he said instantly. He looked happier than a kid who had just gotten his favorite toy. As if afraid I would change my mind, Wayne couldn't wait any longer and married me a week later. In this life, we would be happy together.

But it wasn’t spreadsheets or emails he saw—it was Nora. You could call him insane or mad but...He had fallen for her. Completely and fast. So fast it was laughable. Almost ridiculous. But he hadn’t cared. From the moment he saw her, on the day of the accident. Unconscious and fragile, it had been like something in him shifted. Like the world paused just long enough for his heart to recognize hers. It was love at first sight. No doubt about it. But..... Then came the truth. “She was married to him.”

“Do you even realize that? Nobody ever came close to you. Nobody could ever replace you. Nobody.” Ricochet stared at me silently from where he knelt, his eyes still glistening under the fireworks endlessly bursting above us. And somehow, seeing him like that only made me cry harder. He loved me loudly, recklessly, and completely. The first time we got married, there was nothing but a piece of paper to sign. A rushed wedding. I couldn't even remember the vows I wrote back then. At the time, I thought he never truly wanted me and only married me for a cover-up.

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a