Married To A Mystery Novels & Stories

“You get used to it.” She joined me, still looking around in awe. “Used to it? Maya, you’re living the dream. And your husband… He’s so mysterious. What is like being married to the most feared man? I mean the mafia lord is your husband, most be amazing yeah?” I hesitated, not knowing how to answer her questions and also not wanting to reveal too much, for all I knew, Alex could have planted a camera somewhere and be watching us. “It’s… an interesting life.” I replied her carefully, not knowing what best to reply with.

"Oh my god, you poor, deprived corporate soul! Michael Scofield? Lincoln Burrows? The tattoos? The genius jailbreak plans?! It is literally one of the most iconic, suspenseful shows in television history! How have you lived thirty years on this earth and never watched it?!" I looked down at her hand on my arm, a soft, incredibly warm smile spreading across my lips—a smile I had never worn in front of anyone else. It was entirely real. "I take it you want me to watch it with you," I murmured softly. "Want you to? It is now my civic duty as your contractual wife to educate you," she declared, pulling me along the path toward the bright, welcoming lights of the villa. "We are ordering junk food

Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

His tone was plain and for some unknown reason, it felt little odd. Maybe he never wanted to marry me but some consequences had made him do so. Maybe we didn't have happy marriage. Maybe we were more like strangers than husband and wife. Maybe he had an extra marital affair, maybe I had. Maybe. Possibilities are enormous and here I have no clue about them. I started tapping my fingers and exhaled a slow breath. Why I am feeling this strange discomfort with him? I should feel comfortable with him, if I am married to him and if it wasn't a fairytale marriage then why he's taking care of me? If he hates me then why his expressions are different?

Akira's voice came almost immediately. "After all, Lena was right; it looks as if I'm cursed. For years now, no mate has come for me; the only one that came ran off without an explanation. Rumours have it that he's now even married, and no other mate has ever come for me," she said. "I've seen how you tried to link me up with your fellow Alpha's sons, but none has ever worked, so if this particular one is coming for me, why shouldn't I go to meet him?!" She said it more like a statement than a question.

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

After school, as he walked pass me, he squeezed something to my palm and left without saying a word. "Even the mystery boy gave you a gift" Charles said behind me and I flinched. "Let's see what he gave you" Charles said. I opened my palm. I and Charles gasped as we gaped at the strange gift. . . . TBC

His life, freedom, and family came first. Before he abandoned his car, he decided to look at Layla’s journal more closely. He hoped there was a clue as to where she went. He had been shocked when he had come home unexpectedly to see that his marriage had unraveled. But, after examining Layla’s diary, he was awestruck. It read like a twisted mystery thriller, featuring a criminal, himself, and – an FBI agent who had been screwing his wife.

Jenny helped Ava have a seat on the mattress while she used her hands to pat her slowly on the back. After a long exhale, Jenny broke the news, “You are getting married.” “Married?” Ava asked, leaping up from the mattress her face already flooded with tears. “To whom and why?” At this point her heart was already losing its grip over her body, and so many thoughts were running through her mind. ‘how did she ever pick out of the billions of people in the world, this woman for a mother?’ she thought while weeping. “Jenny, just tell me this is a prank already.” she said looking at Jenny's face as though the only thing that could save her was right there.

Maybe a drink would help me calm my nerves, but then I realise that I need a clear mind for what is to happen. “No, thank you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. The woman simply nods at me before turning to walk away. As she leaves, I sit quietly, waiting patiently as I listen to the fire crackle softly, filling the silence. I remain perfectly still, afraid that if I move too much, I will betray how unprepared I feel. This is a mansion. I am here to meet the man I agreed to marry... a complete stranger. All because my mother is dying...