Married To A Stranger Novels & Stories

And me, despite the fear, I tried to ask, "W-Who is he? W-Why does he have a gun?" She caressed her face with both palms out of tension and explained, "He comes from the room at the end and his wife always hides from him because he's so terrible." I wonder if they are also humans. She shrugged and came to me, "Their relationship is too chaotic. His wife is having an affair and he is willing to kill that guy. That's why he has a gun." That man is terrible but his wife is still have an affair, what a brave!

"Personally, I don't think that's fair. He knows every single detail about you, but you know absolutely nothing about him. You...." I slammed the receiver down, cutting him shut. I could not bear to hear another word from him. I stood up and practical ran out. I could not think of anything else, Mathieu's words continued to ring through my ears. "Your darling husband has a child." "....beautiful girl..." "......You should see her eyes....." ".....you'll love her......" "You married a stranger, Allison. " When I got outside, the air hit me like ice. It couldn't be true.

His words were so direct, so blunt. “What… what do you mean? We don’t even—” “Know each other?” He gave a faint smile. “That can come later. What matters is, right now, we both need this marriage. It could benefit us both.” I fell silent, his words sinking in. They sounded crazy—yet strangely reasonable. “Don’t worry,” he continued. “I won’t make things hard for you. All I need is for you to live with me. That’s enough.” I lowered my head, breathing unevenly. What was I doing? This was insane. To marry a stranger whose name I didn’t even know.

He asks. “Would you rather be elsewhere?” He sweeps his cold gaze over me, “Don't ask questions you don't want answers to.” My breath catches. Surely I can't recognize the man before me. It feels like I just married a stranger. I take a step back, “Wow,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “So that’s where we are now?” Ian exhales, like he’s tired of even standing here with me. Like I’m a burden and not his bride.

I swallowed slowly. I was excited that I was marrying a man I didn’t love. A man whose touch I barely knew, whose habits I hadn’t learned, whose presence still felt unfamiliar in a way that made something deep inside me recoil rather than settle. A stranger. That was the truth of it. No matter how carefully everything had been arranged, no matter how many times people told me it was a “good match,” no matter how much sense it made on paper—he was still a stranger. And tomorrow, I would belong to him.

Instead, we left our mark all over that bathroom. What shocked me most was that Daniel wasn't just capable. He was incredible. Even with a bum leg, he put Kylan to shame. It turned out that he was hiding his true strength. Why would his wife kick him out, then? It made no sense. But I didn't have the mental energy to solve that mystery/ I was too busy drowning in the pleasure he provided. The thrill Daniel gave me made me completely forget I was a married woman. Before long, nearly every corner of the house had become a witness to our secret.

I gape at the handsome stranger in front of me. Easily he stands there like he gives no care in the world; he’s staring at the man in my seat with a dark expression. “Leave before I make you.” The man returns the look with a hard glare of his own, “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. Dude, no need to hammer me.” He stands up. “Wife.” The stranger corrects hardly, “she’s my wife.”

“Th-That night you ran away, what happened?” “Dad I...” “Carrie... Tell me, what happened?” His demand was strong, my soul felt more tremor. “I uh...” I gulped while my legs cautiously began to take small steps backwards. “I met this man and we uh... I uh...” “You had sex with a stranger.” My father had a sarcastic smile on his thin lips. “Carrie!” I jolted. “You were going to get married, but what? You went to have sex with a stranger.” He laughed hard and my heart squeezed.

I told her how I had barely known Christopher, how we had met for the first time today and gotten married immediately. When I finished, Claire just stared at me. Then, she reached over and flicked my forehead. “OW!” “You’re insane!” she exclaimed. “You MARRIED A STRANGER!” I rubbed my forehead. “It’s just… a practical arrangement. I needed to move out, and Christopher needed a wife. It’s not like I expect a real marriage.” Claire groaned. “You could’ve married my cousin! At least he’s nice!” I laughed. “Your cousin already has a girlfriend.”

Though no matter how hard I tried to rack my brain, I could not remember where I heard the name before though I could swear I have heard it somewhere. He ended his call then, and made his way over to me, and my heart rate spiked as he neared, mentally preparing myself for whatever he would do or say, though we have only spoken a few words to each other. We are still practically strangers. Married strangers. Goodness I have made a decision I am starting to regret. I do not know what I was expecting exactly, but it certainly was not what he did.