Marry Me Novelas e Histórias

"Yessss.... I do! I do! I do! I accept everything that comes from you, my love!" I want to get married again! END

Amayra's heart was pounding as she waited for what would come out of Inder's mouth. "Amayra Catra..." . . . "Marry me"

“Oh, there’s a lot that’s different. We were too young back then. Heck, remember the first day you met me? We’d been married six months by then.” “You were underage and married. Oh, that’s a recipe for disaster. So, please tell me the Studio doesn’t know it’s your second time around.” “I don’t believe so. But no one can tell anyone. I don’t want anyone poking about in You were underage and married.my past. Some people must remain there for everyone’s safety. Even Ja… Everett doesn’t know about them.”

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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"

Emily During our four years of marriage, most of the time, my husband treats me like a total stranger. I have always been a stranger to him, even though we were a couple. The only exception is when he contacts me, and whenever he does, it's all about getting me to the hospital to donate blood to Zara. That was my use in this marriage, always donating blood to her, and get paid at the end of the month. It was what I had agreed to hoping he would love me some day.

"If the problem is that you haven't seen each other in a while, I can arrange for you two to meet soon. So you can talk before deciding on the proposal and wedding dates." Ethan sighed heavily. There was no more room for refusal. Flora was determined that he should marry the woman of her choice. There was no more room for negotiation. "Do I really have to get married?" Flora raised her eyebrows. "Is there another way for you to have children without marrying again? If there is, just say it. I'm ready to do it." "We could adopt a child," Ethan replied softly. At least with adoption, he wouldn't need to marry another woman. He could still have and raise a child like a normal couple.

Natalie’ POV -later that evening- “Wait are you serious?” Jessie asked me flabbergasted. “As serious as I can be.” I say as I throw the shot in my mouth and quickly reach for the lemon. “He literally said he needed to MARRY me. Emphasise on the MARRY. The board members in his company are diabolical” She laughed so loud she snorted in between. “Girl it is not funny” I said to her. “I know I’m sorry. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to say that to me.”

All of it. Alaric’s next words were slow. Intentionally slow, and they knocked the breath out of me completely. “Marry me.” I blinked as my brain scrambled for a response. “You’re joking.” He shook his head once. “No.” He stepped away from me, and I could finally breathe. “How can you… h-how… you don’t know me. We don’t even like each o—” “I don’t need to like you, Meadow,” he said, his jaw ticking. “I just need to have you.”

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.