Married To A Stranger Novels & Stories

" Yes, you did. But you still showed me more heart than my family did. You could escape on the first occasion and start over, but you stayed, showing me loyalty I forgot existed." " Is that so strange? I am your wife," I replied, slightly offended by his words. " You got married to a stranger, to the man who could offer you nothing. Any sane woman would choose to leave." " Are you suggesting there is something wrong with me?" I took a step back and crossed my arms over my chest. Marcuse chuckled. " I wouldn't dare." I raised my eyebrow, as his words did not sound too serious.

He completes. My head begins to feel like it’s floating. “I don’t even know your name.” I stammer barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to,” he stretches his hands for me to take. “You just have to say ‘I Do’.” I can’t decide what is scarier. The fact that he is serious or the fact that I am considering. I may be reckless—sometime. I am desperate. But in no universe am I going to get married impromptu—to a stranger I just met! I am not that desperate.

He paused and exhaled softly. "Carlos Zack forced you into a marriage you didn't sign up for, I know I was late, but I need to recover to come get you Triffany." Jimmy's eyes darkened again. "But what do you think happened when I came back and found out that someone else, a stranger took away what belongs to me." "Just like a little kid, who's favourite toy got taken away by bullies in school, Triffany, that kid won't stay still until he gets back what belongs to him."

"And, just for the record, I'm not the only one who agreed to the marriage. You did, too." He slammed his laptop closed, and leaned over, his face inches from mine. "Let's make something very clear, here. If you truly did this because you love her and you don't want her to die. I did this because I'm tired of her nagging me to settle down and have kids. If it were up to me, I wouldn't be marrying a stranger. But, you know what, I'd rather be married to a stranger and have a peaceful life than be married to someone who annoys the fuck out of me and doesn't know how to stay quiet." "I can say the same for you."

“We already discussed the terms.” I swallowed hard. I was doing this to reclaim my mother’s inheritance. To take back what they tried to steal from me. “Shall we shake hands, new husband?” I asked, holding my palm out, masking the ache in my heart. He took my hand. “Yes, lovely wife. Do you see?” Three hours later, we stood at the city hall. The documents were signed. My name… and his… sealed in ink. I stared at the page, heart hammering. I had just married a stranger. A stranger whose species I didn’t even know.

“Give it time, Señora. Not everything is what it seems.” Her words stay with me long after she’s gone. I sip the tea slowly, hoping it might soothe the ache inside me. But when I finally turn off the light and sink beneath the covers, the cold lingers. And as the silence stretches through the dark, I realize the truth. I’m married to a stranger. And for better or worse, I have no idea how to find my way out of this loneliness.

The stranger's voice came again, this time demanding and louder. I shuddered as I scribbled on the papers, guilt ripping my insides. I was happily married to Michael but here I was, signing a contract marriage with a stranger. This wasn't a choice, it was out of desperation. After my husband got involved in an accident,bills started piling up. Insurance failed us, and my job as a bartender did little to help. Then I met him–Henry Ford. The stranger who offered to help me out but not without a price–a marriage of convenience. I'd pretend to be his wife for a year.

Like a broken tape. I signed my life away, just a few letters on a dotted line, a swirl of ink, and two words, I do, and that was it. The ring twinkles on my finger catching and reflecting the lights, a glaring evidence. In only a span of a few hours since my dad told me about the arrangement. I am married to a stranger. I peek at him out of the corner of my eyes, the handsome stranger from the mall, but a stranger nonetheless. My goodness, what were the odds?

Moving to the closet, she pulled out her suitcase to begin packing up, leaving Weston and me there, wondering how our lives were just flipped upside down in five minutes. “Are you sure?” I asked as I looked up at Weston. Weston tentatively placed his hands on my knees. “Wren, I’m not going to force you to do anything, but I want to try.” I swallowed hard and stared into his eyes, somewhat hoping they held all the answers. My stomach turned with the fear of what was about to happen. Going home with Weston, remaining his wife. We were married. I was married to a man I didn’t even know. People didn’t get married to strangers, at least not in modern day society.

Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her. Each short clip drove a blade straight into my chest. That same man had reposted a thread asking, "What's your greatest achievement so far?" In the comments, he'd written: "My greatest achievement is stealing a rich man's wife, putting a cuckold's horns on him, getting her to bear my son—and even making her abort his child. "That idiot still thinks he has a perfect, happy family. Every day, he works his ass off, full of motivation, earning money for the three of us.