Married To A Stranger Novels & Stories

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.

He asked with a raised eyebrow. " Yes, he has been waiting for me since we got married. " I said shyly. " What?? You got separated right after the marriage?? " He asked. " Yes!! I was going to introduce him to my family but there was a medical emergency at my place. So he had to come alone." I said. He seemed to be shocked. He took out my bags and pointed at a place. " You can get an affordable accommodation for some time to freshen up. A happy reunion with your handsome husband. I hope you don't shock each other. And... Don't miss me too much. " He said.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

My fingers slid into his hair. His hands moved up my back—slow circles, soothing. I felt wanted. Seen. Not owned. Not tolerated. Wanted. I pulled back. Breathing hard. "This is crazy," I whispered. "Yeah." "I'm married." "Not in any way that counts." "I don't know what I'm doing," I said. "Then let me show you." He kissed me again—slow, thorough, endless. And in that moment, with a stranger's arms around me and my husband's cruelty still fresh on my skin, I let myself feel something new.

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

I've dreamt of walking barefoot on an open beach, travelling, seeing new places — meeting new people. Now all those dreams seem so far away. In another life. I looked up Ramsey Mikhailov after Dad and his two faced P.A. roused me from my fainting feat and explained to me that getting married to this total stranger is my best option — my only option, if I want to stay alive. But just like the Blackstone guy, there's no information on him on the net. Nothing. Nada. I do not even know what he looks like and I'm getting married to this man in two days.

I could just scream and run, but why does my body keep telling me that it's fine to trust him? I looked at this stranger once again after I finished the paper that they called a marriage license. He must have noticed my doubts because he whispered to me again. “Don't worry, we'll get divorced sooner than you know.” I heard what he said, but I never looked at him because of the amount of stuff running through my brain right now. Did I really sign a contract? Does that mean I'm married to him? But wait— I suddenly remembered that he has a girlfriend. I'm such an idiot. I have a lot of things I can forget then.

Did she find someone to marry while she was away? “Where’s Via’s husband?” he thought out loud. He thought that Via could have left the kids to her husband, so why did she have to ask Collin to take care of them? Was Via’s husband some kind of scumbag who ran away from his responsibility as a father? Or was he a leech who only depended on Via and just played around while neglecting their children? “Via isn’t married,” Collin said with a serious face. “Let’s not talk about someone else’s private life behind their backs okay?”

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

Hector continued asking, "And wait, isn't your family dinner tomorrow? Why are you here today?" That was all it took for my tears to start falling. Hector and I had been married for two years, and he had been nothing but patient and loving. Because of our jobs, we had a long-distance marriage, but he was the one who made the trip to see me every single weekend. Even when my family treated him like a ghost at those dinners, he never once complained.