Marry Date Kill Novels & Stories

“C’mon, we are going to Logan’s party.” “We are?” I heard myself ask. “Why, yes. We are and you are going to be my date.” She drawled and beamed at me. I was about to open my lips and protest when she placed her finger on my lips. “And you can’t say no.” I took her hand and removed it from around my arm. “You seem to be forgetting, Miranda.” I moved out of her grasp and straightened my clothes. “I am married.” I told her.

What if he already married her before me? 'No, you are not' If I was, then I doubt the woman would've allowed him to marry me. I looked over to Derek who was fast asleep beside me on the bed, and my stomach grumbled furiously. The thought of suffocating him to death with a pillow crossed my mind, but no way I would become a murderer because of him. He wasn't worth ending up in jail for. I put the phone away and lay beside him on the bed. There wasn't any point keeping myself awake while he was sleeping peacefully, so I went to sleep.

She saw me as the quieter, more docile one—the perfect candidate for a wife who could pass away from illness any moment. The wedding was fast-tracked, set for just three days later aboard a luxury yacht. Robin said affectionately over the phone, "Kathy, I want to give you a wedding unlike any other." I gripped the phone tight and smirked. The deep sea. A private yacht. Wasn't that the perfect place to commit a murder and dispose of a body? It looked like Robin was planning to make her move on the night of the wedding. After all, her signature move had always been to kill one of the Powell ladies and frame the other for the crime.

I received his reply only two hours later, stating, "You're nine months pregnant, and the due date is imminent, Meryl. You shouldn't be joking about our marriage or our unborn baby in such a manner. You'd better not bring this up again!" I couldn't stop my tears from streaming down my face as I read his response. I longed to think the loss of my baby was a mere illusion, but the profound, hollow ache in my belly was a crushing reality.

I did not realize when I read the entire message. --- Jackie, I know you don’t want to hear from me. I know you probably rolled your eyes the second you saw my name in your inbox. But please, just read this to the end. That’s all I’m asking. Tomorrow, our marriage contract ends. Just fourteen days, that’s all it was supposed to be. But somehow, somewhere along the way, you became the one thing I can’t imagine my life without. You became my home.

Back then, I lived like a princess, carefully protected by him. The man he used to be and the man he was now were opposite. It turned out I was the only one still living in the past. I followed them back—to the home that once belonged to Zachary and me, our marital home. Today was supposed to be our wedding day. But he abandoned me at the altar, all because Yvette had threatened to take her own life. She had cried over the phone. "Zachary, how could you marry her? She's the one who killed your sister! She abandoned me when we were kids! She's nothing but a hypocritical, wicked woman! If you marry her, I'll kill myself to join Tessie."

"You're getting married right now, Emilia" WHAT??!!!

“I want to try it, but what happens if we do not work out?” “Then we will return to our former camaraderie. I do not hold grudges, despite what any rumors may say, and I do not believe that you are the type to do so either.” “Then, would you consider being my date for the wedding?” Melo smile was beautiful. There was so much honesty, so much transparency with him that it was almost overwhelming. “I will happily be your date to the wedding.” “Of course, we have to finish getting this wedding together first.”

I could even picture her angry expression over the phone. Sure, I could wait, but Grandma couldn't. The hospital had warned several times that she was in critical condition. They also told us to prepare ourselves, saying it would be just a matter of days. Grandma only ever wanted to see me get married, and I didn't want her to leave the world with any regrets. When Megan agreed to marry me, I was over the moon. "Harry Henderson, did you fall off the face of the earth or something? Why aren't you saying anything?"

I could see Cole turn red in the corner staring daggers into the side of my head. "But it's a really really good one. Great improvement." I grinned. "I'm sure." Beth's smile didn't move past her mouth. "Marriage requires so much... compromise. Especially when it happens so quickly and after some very specific situations." "We didn't feel the need to wait." I countered her evenly. “If you think about it, in a way, we’ve known each other for the better part of our lives so, just a new perspective." I added,smiling.