Marry My Husband Novels & Stories

Reaching up, I cup his face, my thumb brushing over the sharp line of his cheekbone. “Hey,” I murmur, my eyes searching his own. “You have nothing to apologize for. This isn’t just your life anymore, it’s ours. And…in case you don’t know this by now, I’d do anything for you, Marcel. After all…” I smile softly, my heart in my eyes. “You are my husband.” The words feel foreign on my tongue, but it also feels right. His features soften, his hand coming up to cradle my face. “How did I get so lucky?” he muses, the pad of his thumb brushing my cheek.

Memories with the love of my life, my husband, my sassy mob boss, Hades. I'm ready to embrace my future. Please give me enough courage and patience to step into this new life, God. Please don't make it any more difficult for me, I can't bear any more pain. " I'm gonna marry her anyway Marry that girl, marry her anyway Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say Marry that girl, and we'll be a family Why you gotta be so rude? Can't live with her." Hades sings happily causing me to giggle.

He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, his gaze unwavering. "Mia, you are the light that guides my path, the one who has shown me the true meaning of love," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. "I want to marry you, not because our families demand it, but because my heart yearns for you, and my soul craves the lifelong commitment that only comes with a marriage founded on love."

At least he's sounding serious now. "It's not a joke, Kay. Mom and dad are hell bent on forcing me to get married but that's not the problem here. The real problem here js asking me to marry someone I barely know, that's the craziest thing I've ever heard or seen. I mean, this ain't a story or movie where some accidents happens between two adults and leading to them getting married. This is reality, man." I said frustratingly. "You know you shouldn't be telling me that, right? You should say that to your parents." He said and I glared at him.

He paused slightly, “you can stay and change your life.” I blink slowly, okay, this is not bad. “What do you mean?” I asked softly, my words laced with curiosity. “I will be direct,” he said. “Marry me.” My body froze, for a moment, I thought I heard wrong. “.....wh…. what?” I stuttered, unable to believe his words. Is this man clearly drunk right now? But judging by his tone, he seems like someone who's not drunk. He seems to be in the right direction. Or am I mistaken?

“I’ve been calling you, and you didn’t seem to hear me. You suddenly started daydreaming. Are you sure you’re okay? We should go home now?” “No, no, it’s okay. I want to stay here for a few more minutes. And—” I took a deep breath, controlling the negative thoughts plaguing my mind. “Are you sure my husband has his own private yacht here?” “Yup, you didn’t know about that?” “I mean, well, we just got married, and my relationship with Miron is still relatively new, so I’m still figuring him out, you know what I mean.” Mariyam smiled, not knowing what it meant. She nodded, validating my feelings.

“Come on, Sienna. We both know that can’t happen. The doctors told you. After everything… it’s not possible.” “It is!” I cried, the truth bursting out of me. “It’s true! I just came from the doctor! It’s a miracle, but it’s real! This is our baby!” He shook his head, looking away from me. “Even if it was true,” he said quietly, “it wouldn’t fix this. A baby doesn’t fix a broken marriage. It just makes everything harder.” He walked over, picked up a pen, and placed it on the table next to the fallen papers. “My lawyer will call you about money. You’ll be taken care of. Just sign the papers.”

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

“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.”

I immediately snap out of my reverie, forcing a strained smile onto my face as I walk towards him, but his next words make me halt. "Get out.” My smile faltered a little but I soon recovered quickly. I had to play the part of a good wife to help my plans. If I act as stubborn as he was acting, no one would actually believe our relationship was now good, henceforth affecting my plans. "No. I wish to dine with my husband." I replied, my voice steady. Alexander slowly rose from his seat, the chair scraping against the floor before flung away with force. He rubbed his temples as if warding off a headache.