Novel & Cerita Married To The Unknown

Waking up with such an awful dream was to face another terrible reality of her life. Well, this is her marriage: a marriage that still feels like a mystery and will always remain a mystery to her. She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.

She hurts me whenever she feels like it and I can not do anything about it. She got me married; to a man I have never seen or heard about, I woke up one morning and I was forced to sign a document which stated that I would be married to a man I could barely remember his name. Now I can't live the way I want because I am married. Married to an unknown man. I arrived at Lisa’s house and was let in by her housekeeper. Lisa ran down the stairs wearing sweatpants and a tank top. She was not ready for our date.

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.

“Oh, so it’s serious?” His hands were still there on her waist, still holding Valeria in place, still not letting go. Aliyah's eyes flicked between them once more. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” she said quietly. “Because when my father finds out about this—” “There is nothing to find out,” Ivan interrupted smoothly. “Your father knows I'm married." Her brows lifted. “Really? To a nobody? You think he was to associate with a woman with no name?" She stepped closer, her expensive cologne wrapped around me. “I wonder what he would think,” she murmured.

And in that silence, I finally understood why loving Vale had always felt like standing on the edge of a wound that never healed. I stared at him in complete shock, my mind refusing to catch up with what he had just said. “Are you messing with me?” I asked. His expression didn’t change. If anything, it hardened. “This would be a terrible time to joke, Marina.” I swallowed. “Right. Of course.” I let out a breath that felt too thin to support me. “I just… I can’t believe you were married. How did I not know about this?” “Nobody here knows,” he said quietly. “I’ve kept my past buried. Until now.”

The kind that showed up every holiday, every reunion, every gathering where my life was quietly measured against an invisible checklist I never remembered signing up for. Marriage. Children. Settling down. As if life were a queue, and I had somehow stepped out of line. I loved my family. Truly. They meant well. I knew that. But knowing something intellectually didn’t make it sting any less when it felt like everything I had accomplished, my career, my independence, my stability, was reduced to a polite preamble before the real concern. Later, once plates were cleared and desserts appeared, I excused myself under the pretence of getting some air.

I'm used to it already but I'm not sure she will ever accept that, her husband is a killer, he is heartless, and she will be thinking about a lot of things and also questioning herself about her commitment. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out to see that I got a text from someone, another unknown number it was a different one entirely. Unknown: It's a pity the poor driver didn't make it. As expected from a man of sacrifices. Me: Just wait until I find you. I will enjoy using you as one too. Unknown: That is why you will never find me. I'm everywhere. And mostly with your wife. I pinched the space between my brows and inhaled, I needed to calm down.

I feel like the world is just revolving around me and I don’t know what to do. Why, with so many misfortunes that can happen in my life, why did I even think of marrying a man I don't know very well? I don’t even know what his name is and where he lives or what he does within his life. Why did I do that? How can I tell Dad and Mom that I married the man I only had a one-night stand? They would surely be shocked, and they would faint when they found out that we both didn’t know each other, and we were just driven into drunkenness.

"But at least, you know if he is married or not, right?" "That's..." my voice grew quiet. Oh God, this is bad, really, really bad. In fact, apart from his childhood hardship and he can read palm, I don’t know anything about him at all. I don’t even know his last name, his favorite bread, where he lives, or most importantly, if he was a bachelor or someone's husband. "See?" Mary lifted one eyebrow. "Listen, Amber, I hate to tell you this--," she paused. And just hearing that, I knew I would hate what came next. My heart banging inside me, for a whole different reason. Rolling out anticipation inside me.

His attention immediately shifted to me. "And you?" He gave me a pointed look. "Marrying a man whose name you didn't even know." He still sounded completely unable to understand it. At this point, it felt like he was firing questions at both of us. "I already told you," I replied. "I was in a desperate situation." "And what kind of desperate situation could make someone marry a man they knew absolutely nothing about?" he asked. He genuinely wanted an answer. "I don't want to talk about it."