Novel & Cerita Married To The Unknown

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

My mouth is dry as I whisper, “You can’t mean that.” “I do. We get married to stop the press from ruining our lives, but after that, Leonel… I don’t know.” My breathing intensifies, and I clutch a hand to my chest to stop myself from hyperventilating. Her saying “I don’t know” somehow feels worse than a definite “this can’t work.” What does it mean not to know? Does it mean she will leave me after a month of marriage? Does it mean we’ll only be married on paper? Does it mean she’ll go to Nicco Moretti?

More serious. “We haven’t identified him yet,” he replied, slowly. “But the marriage happened. Quiet. Unregistered in the usual places. Covered just enough to look like a glitch—but not to me.” I stared at him, my mind calculating, filing this into place. A slow, amused breath escaped me—soft, but heavy with implication. “So... Vanessa’s married to another man?” I repeated, tasting each word. “Aside from Sabatine?” A sly smile curled at the edge of my lips. “Interesting.” I tilted my head, eyes gleaming now with something sharper than amusement. “Let’s play a game with them.”

The sunlight bathed the plants, and the droplets of water on the leaves sparkled. Before we got married, I had told Sebastian that I wanted a small garden to raise lambs along with cabbages. He laughed and poked my head, saying, "Let's see who ends up eating your cabbages." With a grin, I rubbed my cheek against his finger. His deep, affectionate gaze made me feel cherished. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps, accompanied by voices, grew louder, snapping me out of my reverie. "Where's Juliette? The maid said she came here just now."

“I know, I know, I understand but you have to know what you’ve signed up for. You’re getting married to a man you don’t even know.” “I know,” I said, slumping into my chair in frustration. “I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.” “How’s it going to be? Are you going to live with him?” “The contract says we would stay in the same compound but different apartments.” “What of Emma?” Her eyes left mine and settled on my dear two year old. “ Where would she stay after the surgery?” “I can’t tell him I have a kid, so I was thinking maybe you could…?” I dragged on suggestively.

I got home from school feeling sad and perturbed, I was absent-minded in class throughout the day. Why on earth would dad get me married without my consent, to a man I know nothing about except through the media and paper, I don't even know what type of person he is, I thought, letting the long withheld tears flow freely. How could Dad do this to me, I lamented bitterly amidst tears. I was so restless that I didn't even think of eating or changing my clothes. I just lay quietly in bed.

His hands roamed across my body, igniting a fire within me that I had never known existed. "Dylan, I can't," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire and shame. "I'm still married to Adam, I can't betray him like this." Dylan's eyes searched mine, his expression tender and understanding. "Contract marriage" , he corrected me. "Besides Adam isn't here, Charlotte," he whispered, his voice like honey on my skin. "And Eleanor is about to have his baby, you don't even know your stand with him." His words hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning.

________________________ Present "How…how did you survive?" "I didn't. Parts of me died,very many of them actually." I smiled. "I remember waking up in a dumpster. My body felt like jelly,I thought I was blind for quite a while." I laughed. "...the man you're saying I'm married to,he took me in. He was passing by and I managed to let out a squeak. He heard it and came to my rescue." "So you two are not married?" His eyes lit with hope. "No,but don't get your hopes up. We are not getting back together."

He said. "But you were eager to come here earlier." He sighed. "I guess there are lots of things you don't know about me." He said and she placed her elbow on the table for support as her chin rested on her hands. "You got married to a stranger. What if I was a serial killer?" He asked. Jessie raised her brows and narrowed her eyes. "You were the one who got married to me while I was drunk. What if i was a prostitute with aids?"

It's me, Camille. I was surprised to receive the text from Camille. I know we had a misunderstanding last week because he blames me for why he and Dave Arkiel are not on good terms right now. She says that I'm the reason, well I can't blame her because even I'm confused about the situation we're in. Why did I have to marry someone who loved someone else? To: +639453245268 Sure. Block 3, Alyn's cafe. After I answered her, I immediately got dressed and left the room. Carrying my cellphone and car keys.