Married At First Sight 소설 & 이야기

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

“I am so excited for you, Clio, and you are a beautiful bride. He won’t be able to take his eyes off you.” I smiled at her through the mirror, but tears pricked my eyes when Lila joined in and said, “She’s right, Clio. He’s a lucky guy.” *** We lucked out on the weather. It was a beautiful, sunny day, even though the breeze did try to steal my veil. I didn’t care, I just saw Aidan grinning from ear to ear as I made my way across the sandy aisle. It seemed only fitting that we got married on the beach. Just beyond our altar was the spot we first met. It was also the spot where we first made love, but that wasn’t anything anybody else needed to know about.

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.

With a shake of my head and a smile on my face, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the situation. "Oh, love at first sight," I murmured. She walked out of the restroom after repeating herself with me. "First sight love still exists in the twenty-first century," I chuckled. She responded by nodding her head and looking at me with her large eyes. I found it amusing that first love in today's youth is an infatuation that lasts only a month. It was also impressive that they married. "Yes," she said, "how did you fall in love with your fiancee?"

Storm smiled at his mother and thanked her. Michaela handed her husband a painting when they first met. Storm was twenty-one years old and Michaela was sixteen years old. Michaela had asked her mother-in-law for Storm's photo when he was twenty-one. She took their photos and found a well-known painter. The name of the painting was ‘Love at First Sight’. Storm hugged his wife tightly and said, “Thank you, my stunning wife. I like the painting a lot.” Storm remembered that day vividly as if it were yesterday. When he took a crying Michaela in his arms, something shifted in his heart. He felt that he had met her before. For the first time, his heart was beating uncontrollably against his chest.