Marry My Husband Novels & Stories

“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.

Reality comes flooding into my brain and I step back, lowering my head. “I’m meeting my husband tomorrow, I... We can’t do this, I can’t…” I'm simply in shock, but also desperate to throw him on the grass and have my way with him. For all supernatural creates sex is an itch that must be scratched. We crave it, and boy... I've been in the definition of a dry spell. “You’re not marrying anyone,” he says, matter of fact, reaching for my face again. I look up into his big eyes, and he seems so sure of himself.

I leaned across the console of my mustang to check the speedometer, and I looked at Kenzo—my husband for exactly four hours and thirty-eight minutes. We have already planned this for a month now. This morning, a week before my eighteenth birthday, we sneak out early, drive to the courthouse and get married in a simple ceremony. Cause once we were married, nothing and no one could separate us apart. Net even my archaic father and his ideas about social class. Not my father’s drunken negligence. “You are not speeding,” I said in a calm voice. “Why are they pulling you over?”

Me: He used to like me every day My husband: not so cool My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to Me: the original is good Me: now his appearance really changed My husband: you mean? My husband: turned into a handsome man? Me: yes, but you are more handsome My husband: is he married? Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier My husband: if we meet again later ask yes Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.