Novel & Cerita Married To A Stranger

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.

“Don’t want people knowing about your dirty little secret?” “No, I don’t want people to know I drunkenly married a stranger in Vegas. Is that so crazy? And it isn’t the who in this instance; it’s the marriage in general. I’d be saying the same thing to any other man I’d randomly married after drinking too much tequila.” “Make it a habit? Marrying strange men?” I flushed. “No. You’re my first.” “I’m happy to hear it.” He imbued the words with innuendo, and I squirmed in my seat. Memories of that night in the hotel room flashed in my mind. Right then, I could practically feel his hands on my body, the way I begged him to touch me—

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?”

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

Ellthan ignored him, brought Aiora's two hands over his own head up the body of his little wife casually ignoring Aiora who struggled to try to escape. "What are you doing. Ell release me." Shrieked Aiora avoiding Ellthan's kiss. "Of course making grandchildren for my parents." Ellthan replied casually making Aiora look at him in disbelief. "YOU'RE CRAZY ELLL!" Shouts Aiora but is ignored by Ellthan who is busy kissing Aiora's neck. That night, in the midst of the silence of the night in a luxury apartment room, there was a sound of sighs and groans of two human beings who were melting into one, undergoing God's destiny which made them sometimes become close or vice versa.

I was extremely glad that I had Veronica now to myself; as my wife. Ever since we got married, things had been moving very fine. I got a job with a high paying salary and Veronica got hers too but due to her present pregnancy which was already protruding, she went on leave. Our marriage was blessed with two children with one on its way. I was happy and so was Veronica.

"Wait." I hesitate, then sit back down, my jaw tight. When we’re alone, Dad exhales slowly. "You married him." It’s not a question. So I nod. "When?" "Yesterday. At a courthouse?" There’s silence that goes on till I get uncomfortable. Then Dad gets up. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t sigh. He doesn’t say anything. He just gets up and walks out. And for some reason, that's worse. --- That evening, I returned home to Bryan walking back and forth in the living room. His head snaps up when he notices me entering.

George said, but he kept signaling me about what I had just said. “Hahaha! I know, George. Actually, before I went back to Dubai, I accidentally got married because I was so drunk when I went to Boracay to think things over. Who would have thought that James and I would cross paths abroad? The world is so small, and that’s when we found out we were already married, and it’s legally registered,” I told my brother in a long story. My husband looked at me weirdly because I suddenly said all that. “Haha, Love, don’t be surprised. George and I are so close that just a look and we already know what the other means,” I added to James.

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.