Married To A Mystery Novels & Stories

Damien is a very important person, and his marriage is supposed to be the news of the city, but up till now nobody really knows that he is married. She knows that there is something suspicious about both of their marriage, and she’s going to find out what it is so that she can break both of them apart.

Lucas was Shawn’s eyes and ears… and even his presence. ‘Ah.’ Realization dawned upon Martha. The information was too much for her to process while standing. She quickly settled into the armchair in the room, staring into space as everything made sense. That explained Mia’s recent secrecy and all. The girl was married. To Shawn Mandez. Shawn Mandez? At thirty-one, he was still a bachelor, someone who, in his thirty-one years of life, had never shown interest in anyone, only to find out that he was married. To a high school student! And her friend, no less!

"Netty. The hospital called; she was in an accident. I got married to Mischa today, but I came here immediately…" "You… like her?" Louis nodded. "But not like that. It was an accident…" His face showed his regret. "I think I'm starting to understand, but believe me, love endures, no matter where it goes." "I think you're right, but who are you waiting for?" "Why are you asking? Aren't we waiting for the same person? Netty is my sister-in-law. I'm married to Alessandro and have a baby girl. I hope you're no longer worried about me; I'm safe now."

And now, after all this time, the bastard had returned, throwing my carefully crafted scheming into turmoil. How long had it been since he had vanished? Months? Years? It didn’t matter. My fingers tapped impatiently against my chin, the urge to take action burning like a fire in my belly. I had sent assassins, mercenaries, anyone who could get close to Ryan—but to no avail. It was as if he had a guardian angel watching over him, protecting him from my grasp. And then I heard the news of his whirlwind marriage to an Omega. How intriguing. A dark smile twisted my lips as I leaned back into my chair. An Omega, of all things? This could be just what I needed to finally bring Ryan down.

'' The man was puzzled by her question. ''Let's say, you lost your husband to suicide and the police is trying to blame you for it, what would you do? '' ''Ma'am, the question is for you… “ ''You ask me why my DNA was found on him; don't you see how stupid that question is? I woke up with my husband that morning, talked with him for a while before stepping out to do some shopping only to be called back home to my husband's death, do you for one second think this has been easy for me? '' she asked, her brows creased as though she was in pain;

Brent asked cautiously. "It depends on the situation," Michael replied. Brent could only remain silent. “Brent, what about your marriage to Bev?” Michael suddenly asked. His expression looked so curious. “Did your honeymoon go well?” Brent could only put on a flat face. Lo-and-behold, his fears came true. This must be the reason Michael came here. “Well, I tried my best,” he replied lazily. “Tried your best?” Michael frowned. “I saw the picture of her on the beach with another guy. Rick showed them to me. You couldn’t possibly not know either.”

She hadn't even begun to wrap her head around being married to him, let alone the possibility of his involvement in illicit activities. She wasn't an idiot. After their ritual-like ceremony with Friar John, she'd figured Austin belonged to some kind of crime family. But what they dabbled in, or how deep his involvement with the family business was, was still a huge mystery to her. If she had to be honest, though, she wasn't so sure she wanted to know, and she was a little relieved when G****e spat out a 'no results' at her when she surreptitiously ran an internet search on him.

“You were married for what, a week? And now your husband is dead. That’s quite the coincidence, wouldn’t you say?” I clenched my jaw. “What are you implying? That I married him just to kill him?” “You tell me, Mrs. Cross. We’ve seen strange things. And right now, you’re the only suspect we have. No one else had a motive or opportunity like you did.” I shook my head, my vision blurring with tears I refused to shed. “I didn’t kill him. He was my husband. He—” “Your husband of barely a week,” the officer interrupted coldly. “This isn’t the love story you’re making it out to be.”

“Don’t say it like that, we never met. We just talked online.” “It doesn’t matter. That’s still a big leap from puzzle-solving pen pals to full-on matrimony.” Jace whistles. “How the hell did that even happen?” I finish the rest of my drink before answering. “Puzzle Girl messaged me again. Asked for help. Sent me a location.” I pause, remembering the smoke, the fire, her crumpled body as she bled out, drowning in her tub. “I found Marion dying in her burning mansion. Turns out Richard and his psychotic girlfriend

“Have you been married before?” Cristofer was speechless. Cristofer thought, ‘Yes, I got married to you. And we have got divorced as well.’ Estelle was just kidding, but when she saw the hesitant look on Mr. Mysterious’ face, her smile slowly disappeared. “Sir, you... you have been married before?” “Estelle, I promise you that I’ll never lie to you,” Mr. Mysterious replied without directly addressing her question. “So?” “Yes, I was married, but now I have got divorced.”