Married To A Stranger Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am convinced the pastor thought it was the tears of joy. My heart was not in a good state. It was torn apart into million pieces. I felt like I was betraying Marshall. His body was not yet decomposed in his grave but already I am hoping into a marriage with Brian. Those were tears of fear not knowing what to expect with the strange man I am getting married to. I was tying a knot with a total stranger. The fear of going to start a new life with a total stranger. Sleep with a stranger.Bath with a stranger. Be a wife to a stranger. A loving one too!

"Shut up. There's nothing like that." "You mean you guys had sex???" "What??? No, are you mad? We were totally stranger and why were you thinking like that?? I mean He isn't that much desperate." "When he held Your hand and was whispering into your ear I got to know how much desperate he was." "Really?? Don't be this much possessive. He is actually my Husband legally and It's okay there's nothing between us as you expect. We are just Strangers or Just roommates. But we can be together."

“I need to tell you something, but it’s… a lot. You have to promise me you won’t judge.” Sophia tilted her head, her voice softening. “Amber, whatever it is, I’m not judging. Just talk to me.” Amber exhaled shakily. “Ryan and I… it’s not what it looks like. Our marriage—it’s not real. It’s a contract.” Sophia’s brows shot up. “A contract? What do you mean?”

Fuck, what was I doing? I was usually very conservative and shy but now, I didn't even recognize myself. Firstly, I had sex with a stranger then I found out the stranger had employed me and now, I was married to that same stranger and I still didn't know any shit about him! Okay no, we weren't married on paper yet but soon, judging that he seemed desperate to marry soon. I extended my finger and checked the ring with a scrutinizing gaze. Just a bland band but yet it held so much meaning. Starting with the fact that I was married. Fucking hell.

I laughed softly and his grin widened. Around us, our family and friends watched with soft smiles while we danced slowly together. And it honestly felt like a dream. The kind of moment you know you’ll remember forever. His hand rested on my lower back while mine settled on his shoulder. “You know what’s crazy?” I whispered softly. “What?” “If someone told me the stranger I accidentally married in Miami would become the love of my life…” I laughed softly. “I would’ve called them insane.” Eric smiled against my forehead. “And yet here we are.”

“Callista… do you remember the accident?” “The one that happened five years ago.” Something flickered at the edge of my memory but it slipped away before I could grab it. My chest rose and fell faster. “So let me get this straight,” I said slowly. “My husband married my best friend…” My voice hardened. “…and I’m the only idiot who didn’t know I wasn’t even married anymore?”

People moved around us, completely unaware that my entire future had just been turned into a business proposition. Outside, Manhattan was bright and busy, cars honked, people hurried along the sidewalks, everything continued as normal, but nothing felt normal to me anymore. I climbed into Dad’s car and stared through the window as the Ashford building disappeared behind us. For two years, that was what Richard had asked, two years married to a complete stranger, then divorce, it sounded simple. Except there was one problem, I had already spent a night with a stranger, and somehow, the thought of marrying another one felt completely different. My phone vibrated, it was Molly.

she exclaimed. I chuckled, "From now on, we go our separate ways." I continued packing after I finished my declaration. Sophie stared at me in disbelief and grabbed my arm. "Preston, have you lost your mind? How could you say something like that? We've been married for years. When have I ever mistreated you? Now you want a divorce over an apple? Have you lost it?" "If you walk out like this, you'll make me a laughingstock amongst our relatives!" she said, shaking my arm.

He grabbed my chin fiercely but not hard enough that it hurt. “But you can't just—” “Well I just did.” There was a finality in his voice. My dresses and apartment were the least of things on my mind. I had more pressing matters like how to tell my family that I just signed a marriage contract with a stranger I just met in a totally new country. And not just a stranger, a mafia and a murderer! “My…my family…I…I don't want them to find out about this.” My voice pleading. Worse than lying to them was having to tell them the truth. It wouldn't make them less of a target.

It hurt to hear it, but it didn’t make it any less real. “What do you mean?” I asked, struggling to keep the frustration from my voice. The stranger’s gaze softened for a moment, but just as quickly, it hardened again. “I’m offering you a way out,” he said, each word deliberate, measured. “A way out?” I echoed, my mind still reeling. “What are you talking about?” He took a slow breath, like he was choosing his words carefully. “A marriage of convenience,” he said simply. I stared at him, stunned into silence. “What?”