Marry Me Juliet Novels & Stories

Dunlop West Charisa looked at me, nodding her her signalling me to talk This was it. I took a deep breath. “Charisa, I and Hazel have been married before. Not here, but at New York and I divorced her because I was blinded and foolish. I can't even forgive myself for doing what I did. I came here for a business trip and I saw her and decided to stay here in Arizona for her. I need her back in my life. I would do anything for her” I poured my heart out to Charisa

His whole body was tense, his anger radiating off of him as he snapped, "You mean….y….." "Of course," I interrupted, my voice calm yet firm. "I mean, you're not actually going to refer to Mina as your wife, are you? After all, you got divorced. You cheated on her and divorced her. I engaged her and I am one hundred percent going to marry her. So yes, her husband's company, meaning me. Not you. Not anymore"

“I don’t like werewolves.” “That must make it difficult for you. As my mother choose you as your sister's replacement to marry me.” She just glared at him. “And you’re not willing to even try? Even though the fate of a lot of people is at stake?” The colonel sputtered and then groaned, her shoulders slumping. “No—I mean, I don’t know!” she said, miserably. “I don’t know what to do. How can I just agree to this-this marriage with a Werewolf? And even worse, with a sworn enemy?” She turned and began to pace back and forth distractedly in front of Nikolai. “But if I don’t, then the treaty won’t be signed, and the war will go on, and people will die.” She turned and raised her hands to her head,

she said and my husband's shoulder slumped in defeat. He knew that part of what she said was true, no one in the city would pass up such an opportunity, he knew it was a life changing opportunity for us, for Ava and for Genesis as well. "Tick tock, I don't have much time on my hands. This marriage needs to take place in less than two weeks, so think fast. It ain't like you have got an option, this is the only way you can pay me back" she said wickedly and I sighed in defeat.

ANASTASIA “Marry me, Miss Brooks,” Dominic says, like he’s offering me an invitation to a soap opera. I stare at the contract in front of me, as if staring hard enough would make it somehow disappear, turn into something that isn’t a marriage contract to the most condescending person on earth – Dominic Blackwood, the same man who now rules the business world, my dead father’s rival. “Why would I want to marry you?” I ask, meeting his gaze, those blue eyes too pretty, too bright for the personality behind them.

Julian took my hand, suddenly all-business-like as he said, "But there is something I'm serious about. I want you to go somewhere with me tomorrow." "Where?" "To the city hall." Julian stared at me intently. "We're getting our marriage license." I went still, my heart thundering under my ribcage. "Huh? So soon? But you said you'd wait until I was ready—" "I take it back." He was as shameless as he was unyielding. "It hits me hard to see your ex-husband bother you like this. Will you marry me, Elena?" Julian leaned forward until I felt his breath tickle the shell of my ear. I shoved his face away and mumbled, "Yes."

"We’re going to get married. Eventually." "Okay, let me get this straight," Jacob said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You let a good woman go for another who’s been promising you marriage for almost ten years?" I immediately regretted telling him anything at all. "It doesn’t matter," I muttered, taking another sip, the alcohol making me feel slightly unsteady. "Juliet is obviously married. She has a son... and probably a caring husband too." "That’s rough," Jacob sighed. "I wish I had some advice for you, but dude, I ran out of it the day you came here telling me Juliet divorced you because she caught you—"

"I want to marry you. Not tomorrow. Not in a courthouse with catastrophic witnesses and no cake. I want to marry you properly. With flowers. With a dress. With every person we cherish stationed there as witnesses." "You already married me." "I want to execute it again. The correct method. The method my mother would have craved." He seizes my hands. "I've burned my entire existence assembling walls. You demolished them. I've burned my entire existence fleeing from my history. You assisted me in staring it down. I want to plant myself before every person we know and swear to keep grinding forward. Together." "Julian—" "Marry me. Again. Properly. With catastrophic pie and scorched toast and all

"That's what the marriage was for. Once the merger goes through, it won't matter anymore." Merger? What merger? I pressed myself against the wall, barely breathing. "Yes, I have the documents in my office. Everything's ready. We just need to maintain appearances until the deal closes." There was a pause. "She's not a problem. Trust me. She's exactly what we needed... quiet, controllable, desperate. She won't cause any trouble." My hands clenched into fists. "I have to go," Juliet said. "I'll call you tomorrow." I heard her footsteps clicking across the marble floor, heading toward the back of the house.

The title on the first page read: CONFIDENTIAL MARRIAGE AGREEMENT Her breath caught. Slowly…She looked up. Sebastian’s expression never changed. He held her gaze for a long, quiet moment. Then, in the same composed tone he’d used throughout their entire meeting, he said, “Marry me.”