Married To The Unknown Novels & Stories

Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

Suddenly, I realized how little I knew about the man I had married. I watched the way Eros ignored her. He looked furious as she tagged along, trying hard to get his attention. Did they have a history together? Then why was Eros marrying me? The DJ announced the first dance, and I saw the woman try to pull him into a dance. My heart sank, and I stayed glued to my seat. Didn’t she know he was a married man now? Thankfully, my family still hadn’t seen the ongoing drama. It would break my dad’s heart to know the harsh reality of my complex marriage to a complete stranger.

The line went dead before I could respond. I lowered the phone slowly, my heart racing. Fuck. Uncle Martini was coming here, tomorrow. And he had no idea I was married. Worse, he had no idea who I was married to. My gaze drifted to the staircase, to where Gabriella had disappeared, and I felt a strange pull that he'd probably be pissed knowing I got married to her.

His brows drew together as his fingers flipped a page back and forth, pausing. “What is it?” I asked, moving closer and taking a seat beside him. He placed the dusty book in my hands, pointing at a specific page. “This has got to mean something,” he murmured as I read through the last words my mom had written in her diary. I read it out loud: “I live with a stranger. This wasn’t Vinichi, this wasn’t the man I married. The man I married would have known my middle name, which I told only him. But I asked today, and he snapped because he didn’t know. I need to understand what’s happening to my marriage.”

“All this time, those bastards played me. Used me…” He slammed his hands against the bars. Fuck!” “Careful!” Maria pulled at him. “You should’ve listened to me,” she said. “I told you Adrian wasn’t a monster. Now look at us.” “Who are you, dear?” she asked, turning to me. “She’s Adrian’s wife,” Romano answered. Maria’s face softened instantly, something fragile breaking through. “My son… he got married?” she said, a sad smile forming. “How is he? Is he… is he okay?”

“Sure thing love.” It didn’t sound utterly weird until I was done saying it and was walking my way upstairs like I had been here way longer than its owner himself. The muffled noise matched with that of a not so quiet questioning on my way up made me settle with pride as I got exactly what I was hoping for. Until my back made contact with the mattress that it all became so real. I’m freaking married to someone I don’t know, his grandfather wants me to remain with him and he definitely has someone in his life.

“And the lady?” “She’s my wife. The mother of the child.” Heading the word ‘wife’ from him, the man’s eyes widened. This was Marcel Wilson, right? When on earth did he get married and how come no one knows about it? Did he get married secretly? He wrote down Marcel’s answer.

I finished lacing up my final string, as a loud knock came from the door as I opened it innocently. "Yes", I said calmly making sure he could hear me. His eyes scaled my half/naked body as he rubbed his hair nervously. "I know what you're doing", he said as if I was apart of one of the pawns in his game of life. "I'm not doing anything, just going for a swim and besides I don't need to explain myself to you", I said waiting for him to say a common line but never meant it. "We're married, now you do?", he said as I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

Kiana asked confusingly. I frowned and looked at them while they were looking at me curiously. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, haven’t they read it yet? I sighed and silently handed them the folders I was holding. They took it and read it together. A few minutes later, their eyes also widened and they both looked at me in shock. "That man is already married?" They asked together. I leaned my back on the couch and nodded my head slowly. I pursed my lips while thinking that if that man already has a wife, who's the girl? And why is that man's information fully secured? What's his secret? What a pain in the ass situation!

In one word, she had no idea who she had just married or how he looked. Of course, she’d heard a lot about him—how his face could kill at one sight because of his handsomeness, height, and everything—but Onora was never interested. She was just twenty. How could her parents give her up so easily to a man in his thirties or forties? She could tell he was old enough to be her father. According to the news, their family was one of the richest in the country, yet no one knew their job. What if they were criminals? But no one dared to ask. And now, she was married to a man whose name she only knew.