Novel & Cerita Married To A Stranger

Chapter Two Married To A Stranger Olivia’s POV Today is supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, but it turns out to be the saddest day of my life. I had always imagined and looked forward to the day I would get married, the day I would be married to the man of my dreams, but now, I am getting married to a stranger, to a man I have never seen before. I sniffled, trying my best to hold back my tears so I wouldn’t ruin my makeup. I would have to sit for minutes so they could fix it again, and I just want the day to end so fast.

I said, "we'll get through this. Together." However, as we continued, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that the stranger's call was more than just a random interruption. I knew I had to stay focused, but my mind kept wandering back to it. The stranger who provided an unforgettable evening just yesterday. However, I've pledged to myself that I will keep my distance from this man. For the sake of my marriage life. Despite the allure of the mysterious stranger, I knew I had to stay true to my commitments. My marriage, my relationship with Cassian, was my priority. It wasn't always easy, especially with the memories of that unforgettable night persistently lingering in my mind.

Everything about it screamed wrong but I had no other option left. I made a promise to myself that I wasn't going to go this path but here I was, planning to do what I swore never to do. Marriage — and this time with a stranger. But since its not out of love, nor out of desire it's a much better option than going back to Martin. I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “It is better this way” I whispered to myself trying to convince myself that it was far better getting married to a stranger than holding on to a relationship rooted in deceit and manipulations.

Yet, that didn’t mean that I was ready for that drastic change in my life. “I don’t want to get married to a stranger!” I exclaimed, not caring that the stranger was sitting right in front of me. Yes, he was one hell of a handsome stranger, but I couldn’t just get married to him because he was handsome and loaded. I didn’t know anything about him.

"I always told you everything going on with me , and you kept something as huge as this away from me!" "When did you plan to tell me?!Did you even plan to tell me ?!" She said nothing , she just kept staring at me in tears also. "Say something, Layla , I'm going crazy from all these questions in my head!!" I inhaled deeply and wiped my face dry with a handkerchief. "Yes!!, I got married to a stranger " "And I did it because of you and because I had no choice" "If you don't see it that way then I'm sorry"

After various bad things happened to him, Eros suddenly came like an angel and offered to help him. "It's up to you to pretend to be my wife or whatever, as long as we get married and everyone knows you're my wife," Eros continued, this time Alea nodded her head firmly. He was completely sure and agreed with Eros’s offer. Compared to marrying an old man who has many wives, Alea prefers to marry a stranger she just met on the street. Eros stretched out his hand, intending to invite Alea to shake hands. Nervously, Alea returned Eros's handshake and agreed to the agreement between them. "Then, today we are shopping for clothes and your needs. Then fitting our wedding clothes." After saying that

It was unexplainable to her why she had a heavy heart leaving the place—leaving the stranger man. A tear fall from her left eye. She felt that she betrayed her husband, but what happened between her and the stranger she doesn’t regret it, even a bit. How can she do such things to her husband? She never let another man touch her except him—but she suddenly made an exception to Mr. Stranger. Now, she had a heavy heart. The feeling that she left something in that place, but she can’t point it out. Damn, Eura! That was just sex!

The rest of the night was a blur. Her leading me up to my room. Unlocking the door and pushing me in. Me stumbling to my bed, my breath racing, heart pumping. Needy and desperate for someone's touch. For a release. Finding a man in my bed. Kissing him. Having sex with him. Oh God. I swallowed as the memory came slamming back to me and I sat up quickly, finding my clothes and putting them back on. I found my purse sitting on the bedside table and feeling horrible for basically assaulting a stranger last night, I left some cash on the table for him as compensation.

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

Tristan had been focusing on his work, Jonathan had told me Tristan had turned to a workaholic in the span of a month, he avoided the bar like a plague and barely hung out with any of them. Carl and Bonnie had been busy with the excitement of having a child and were now on tour, Sophie and Robert were trying to make long distance work and like Jonathan had assured me, we had heard nothing about Emily and Miguel, and it was better that way, I was still dealing with their betrayal and I could only possibly imagine how Mariana was feeling.