Married To A Mystery Novels & Stories

"A date, HE ASKED YOU ON A DATE", Avery squealed as I told her to hush down because her voice echoed throughout the building. "It's better than him ignoring me", she didn't hear my ecstatic voice and took a seat next to me. "Isn't that weird, him and I dating while we're married?", I asked her, sharing a constant fear in my mind. I wasn't worried about what others would say, but how would I talk to him about it, like we're married but dating, how does that happen, we're already "commuted until death do us part" so how does this make a difference.

He was however still nervous and unsure of how to break it down to her. And after she told him about Tanya's suspicions, he felt like Tanya was the first and best person to talk about since she always had her suspicions. But telling Andrea might just break her, and he didn't want that for his wife. Especially since they had a special relationship. His investigation and digging into Andrea had led him to different places that he had found out a secret he never knew even existed in the first place. Tanya and him were more closely related than she was with Liam and somehow, Tanya had gotten wind of this thus leading to the obviously weird relationship between her and Liam.

Instead, she was the quiet type, and he was glad that she was beginning to warm up to him as well. "I know that, and I won't dare hurt her. So what made you give me your vote of confidence?" Derek asked her and she shrugged again. "For a long time, we didn't know this mystery guy who hurt Ava and made her swear off men. She has always been secretive, especially with her marriage and Harper's paternity, and it was only when the scandal with Denise blew open that I found out that it was the almighty billionaire, Derek Turner she was married to." "I'm definitely not almighty or anything," Derek said.

The sunlight bathed the plants, and the droplets of water on the leaves sparkled. Before we got married, I had told Sebastian that I wanted a small garden to raise lambs along with cabbages. He laughed and poked my head, saying, "Let's see who ends up eating your cabbages." With a grin, I rubbed my cheek against his finger. His deep, affectionate gaze made me feel cherished. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps, accompanied by voices, grew louder, snapping me out of my reverie. "Where's Juliette? The maid said she came here just now."

“Hmm… maybe it’s because I am his neighbour/tenant, sort of.” “Yeah, I bet he cooks for all his tenants.” “Okay fine, to be honest, I've thought about it. But he confuses me. One minute it seems like there’s more going on and the next, he’s professional as ever. Plus, he’s a married man.” “Have you ever seen his wife?” “No…” Lara furrowed her brows and shook her head. “That’s weird.” “Maybe she lives abroad,” I shrugged. “You know how some of these rich people are.”

Now to add more to the craziness, I was told I will have to become a hybrid, I shifted into a wolf and now I am a silver wolf, something that hasn't been seen in decades. I don't know why but I feel like I have the craziest and the most complicated life in this world, I mean looking at the number of tragedies, my life looks like someone from the movie. I sighed, shaking my head as I pushed the thoughts out of my head. I wonder if there is anything that can be simpler in my life. "Everything will be alright Mia; don't worry you have me with you" Jared reassured "It's crazy how things changed so quickly" I said with a heavy sigh

he rasped angrily and stormed out of her office his back rigid. What the hell was that? She stared at his retreating back unbelievably. That was totally uncalled for and he knew it. She and Slade were like brothers and sisters; they had known each other forever and had grown up together. What was the problem with him? “What’s with him?” asked Slade as soon as Jake was out of earshot. “I married him,” she giggled hysterically. “What?!” Slade looked totally shocked shaking his head disbelievingly. “How come I was not invited? What the hell is going on here?” he started then sobered on seeing the pained expression on the face of his best friend. “On no Rach! Not again!”

Hair messy from running my hands through it too many times. This was supposed to be my life now. Mrs. Marlowe. Except the man downstairs was not the Marlowe I had agreed to marry. He had admitted it. He was Griffin. Sterling's younger brother. Representing him in this marriage. The words echoed in my head. Representing him. Like I was some business deal he could step into. I pressed my palms against the cool glass of the mirror. The surface fogged under my breath. My chest tightened. Fury boiled in my veins but underneath it something colder settled in. Trapped. I was trapped by a piece of paper and a loophole.

I had access he could not purchase elsewhere. "What kind of story?" he said. I could hear him sitting up. "Alexander Kane's mystery wife," I said. I kept my voice pleasant and unhurried. "Where she came from. What she was paid. And why she's already gone." A short silence. Then the sound of something being set down. His full attention, which was the only thing I had called for. "That's a significant story," he said carefully. "If it's accurate." "It's accurate."

I sat on my couch for a long time, staring at that envelope. Part of me wanted to throw it away. To pretend this conversation had never happened. To go back to the simple joy of falling in love with Alessandro and his daughter. But I couldn’t unsee what I’d seen. Couldn’t unknow what I now knew. Or thought I knew. Because something about the whole encounter felt wrong. The timing, for one thing. The day after I’d agreed to marry Alessandro, a mysterious woman appeared with evidence of his criminal activities. And how had she known about the marriage discussion?