Novel & Cerita Married To The Unknown

Later that night, when he’s asleep beside me, his hand resting loosely on my waist like muscle memory, I stare at the ceiling and think about how strange it is. How you can be married. Loved. Wanted. And still feel like you’re standing at the edge of something unnamed. Not betrayal. Not escape. Just the quiet understanding that your life is asking you a question you don’t yet know how to answer. And it won’t stop asking.

"Well, the tonics really did the trick. No wonder the brand has the reputation it does." Marcus stepped in, visibly proud. "Ms. Cho, Eleanor's actually our daughter-in-law. Devoted girl, through and through." That was the first any of Julian's old classmates had heard confirmation he was actually married. "Huh." Frances raised an eyebrow. "So then, is Cassandra here the mistress?" Every eye in the group swung to Cassandra at once. She fought to stay composed, nails digging half-moons into her palms. "Ms. Cho, that's a rather harsh thing to say." Julian's tone stayed cold and even. "Cassandra's my high school classmate."

“Anyway, no one even knows me or knows that we’re married, so I don’t see what the fuss is all about.” “Is that so? No one knows we’re married?” Sebastian queried in a mocking tone. “So whose fault is it that you’ve decided to live in a shell?” “I don’t understand what you mean by that.” Sebastian picked up a magazine from beside him and dropped it unceremoniously onto her lap. Carol, wondering what he was up to now, glanced down at the magazine and gasped as soon as she spied the front page. Right there occupying the front page was a picture of her and Sebastian on their wedding day with the heading “Billionaire Sebastian weds unknown girl in what seems to be a surprise marriage.”

Well, even if he admits it or not he knows that he is quite popular in their school but being him, he did not mind it all. “Yes,” he answered and did not bother to ask how did the guy know his name. He's not talkative and will never be so might well end the conversation immediately. But Pedro is a very persistent guy, and he will do anything to feed his curiosity. And currently, his curiosity is about this guy named ‘Joseff Uller Anderson Nieverro, in short Juan’ he thought and grins upon realizing that he has already a pet name for his seatmate and it perfectly matches his nickname which is Pedro. ‘Juan and Pedro, both characters from an old famous tale. Though that tale is too humorous tha

This marriage was not a cage. It was a battlefield. And I had just stepped into the center of it. Inside the bedroom, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I frowned. No one should have been texting me tonight. I walked back inside and picked it up. Unknown number. A single message. I know what you did last night. My blood ran cold. Another message followed. And I know who he is. My hands began to shake. The final message appeared. If you want your marriage to survive the week, meet me tomorrow. Alone.

Massimo had married Aria quickly and in secret—there was no time for anyone to take in the information that he was married. The fact Massimo had never spoken of his wife or shown her off only added to everyone's intense desire to know more about this mystery woman. Still, some people were less respectful than others. "Did you find out you're infertile or something?" one man asked Elena suddenly. "And you're worried about what to do about the matter of an heir? There's no other reason to hide such a wonderful lady." Elena could only smile awkwardly and take a step back—desperately hoping that she could start a conversation with someone else.

she exclaimed, punctuating her words with frantic hand gestures to emphasize that Attorney Uztaz was not her husband. All this time, she thought that the old man was her husband! But if that wasn’t him, then who? Maybe he was even older. Both Martha and Catherine always referred to him as ‘the old man’ whenever they mentioned who she married. Liz began to rant again. “Who told you that you married an old man?” “You did—” “Did I?!” Dory even pointed herself in disbelief. “Yes.” Though Dory hadn’t exactly said but that’s how Liz understood it.

Likewise, I shot a woman a glare when I heard Laura's name on her lips —discussing with her fellow gender. “What did you say?” I inched closer to the woman, who suddenly looked terrified at my presence— Removing my ear-bud to hear her correctly. “M-Mr Eric S-Sloan?” I quirked my brow. “What did you say?” “I was only talking about Laura Karma, the woman you got married to, your wife. The video that surveyed the internet the other day about her past...” The woman hasn't finished talking when I clutched her phone and clattered it to the ground, breaking the screen in the process.

***The present*** Slowly, I turned away from the fireplace, facing my young wife. She was pale, and her lips parted in horror after my story. “When I married Josephine, she was in love with her half-brother. I didn’t know it back then. Her parents did, but they chose not to divulge the information. Maybe now you understand why I was wary of Christians.” Isadora covered her mouth with her palm, staring down at the floor as if she couldn’t bear looking at me. I couldn’t blame her. It was a story that had shaken up even my father and Faro. “Oh my God.”

Something that was not quite a smile but was worse than one. "It doesn't matter," she said quietly. "None of this matters. Your little power performance, the title, the whole show you've been putting on." She sat back. "Someone is coming tomorrow. Someone very important to Liam. Someone who has always been important to Liam, in ways that have nothing to do with alliance contracts or arranged marriages." She let that sit for exactly one second. "It's strange, isn't it? That you married someone and you don't even know the full story of who he is? What he's done? Who he has loved?"