Marry My Husband Novels & Stories

“You-," Chase raised his head up and stared at her in the eye, cupping her cheeks with one of his large palms. “Don’t say no. I want you to be happy, and if being with me will make you happy, I’m ready to marry you. I’ll be your husband, and you'll be my wife," "S- Saige?” She asked. “What about her?" "I'll still marry her,” He replied. “I have to,” He had to marry her too.

His voice brought me back to reality "I'm thinking about how grateful I am to have you as my husband" "Me too " He smiled "Sweetheart" "Yes I'm listening" He smiles "Don't you think it's high time we get married, ?" "Is that what you want" "Yes….yes…." I nodded my head immediately "Fine, then tomorrow we'll go to the court and get married'' " jackpot," I said in my head "Thank you" I hugged him, "Anything for you" He smiled patting my back

My hands wrapped around my shoulders, as the wind blew heavier. I could see the clouds already changing, and I knew the rain was going to be heavy. “You wanted to get married to me right? I have given you that. But everything that happens to you after our marriage, from this day and henceforth, is no longer my business,” he gritted out.

I asked again, maintaining my unwavering voice. “Well, I really do not really have much to say. I just want to set the record straight before we get married” he made known. “Firstly, have it at the back of your mind that I am getting married to you because I am stuck with you, not because I love you.” “Secondly, you are not to interfere in my personal affairs. Your only mission after we get married is to give birth to my successors- male children only. If you mistakenly birth a female child, such child would be buried alive.”

, he asked directly staring into my soul. I was already wasted two days and I don’t want to lose any more. I didn’t think much before confessing him. “Wife and husband " , I muttered slowly yet confidently that only he could hear it. His eyes twinkled in happiness,"So no more SINGLES we are ?” I nodded my head shyly ,"Yes only MARRIED”,I whispered breathlessly. “Everyone just close your eyes , I want to wish my wife PROPERLY ", he passed order slyly and they all obeyed like school children.

She shook her head, she need to hurt her husband deeper, rather than sympathize with him. “I hate everything about you and our marriage, Tan. I was impulsive. I was mistaken when I married you. I already regret doing it.” “If this is about Textile, even if I’m not the heir, we have stocks in the company. I’ll make sure we won’t starve. You could buy whatever you want. I won’t stop you.” “You can’t change my mind anymore. I want to break up with you. Just take care of the annulment, I’ll leave it to you to process. The faster to null and void the marriage, the better,” she firmly said.

He replied He placed the phone to his ear, his eyes never looking at mine “Have a marriage contract drafted by tomorrow morning”. He ended the call and slipped his phone back in his pocket “Congratulations”. He said, his voice cold as ever. “For the next year, you'll be Mrs Kingsley, my wife”. My heart skipped a beat because the deal was no longer an idea. It had just become a reality.

‘Do you take Aaron Carson to be your lawfully wedded husband’ he asked me. ‘I do’ I replied lowly. ‘Good, you may kiss the bride’ the priest said. Aaron’s face moved close to mine, and before I knew it. He planted a long kiss on my lips. There it was. I was finally married to the man I hated most in the whole world. Hurray.

And I knew she meant that. She proceeded to escort me out and walked me down the aisle in the same church, and here I was about to marry that handsome hunk down the aisle. We both stared at each other, paying no mind to anyone else in the room. “Do you take Henry Scott, to be your lawfully wedded husband to love him in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” I was asked after Henry had proudly said ‘yes’. I looked at him for a moment, and I could only hope I wasn’t getting another abusive, manipulative, cheating man even if it was only for a short period of time, I imagined and just for revengeful purposes.

He moved slowly, deeply, hands braced around my hips, kissing me through every wave, every shiver, every whisper “I love you.” I held his face in my hands as we came together, tears slipping down my cheeks—not from pain. From joy. From how whole I felt. From how safe I feel. --- We lay tangled in the sheets, skin sticky, limbs tangled, hearts steady. He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “Tomorrow we get married.” I smiled sleepily. “It still doesn’t feel real.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss over my heart. “It’s the most real thing I’ve ever known.”