Marry My Husband Novels & Stories

But it was real. Later that evening, after the team had come and gone with updates on the lawsuit and the league appeal, Callan turned to me with a new intensity in his eyes. “Marry me,” he said suddenly. I blinked. “We already did. In this room. Remember?” He shook his head. “Not like that. Not the small hospital ceremony with just a few people. I mean really marry me. Soon. Legally. Publicly if you want. Before the suspension kicks in. Before the legal battles get worse. Before anything else can try to pull us apart. I want to stand in front of the world and call you my husband. I want paperwork. I want rings. I want everyone to know that we chose each other when everything was trying to d

Even someone as mild as me couldn't hold back the fire burning inside. I shook off the hands gripping my shoulders and hissed, "Evelyn, I'm warning you, I'm Adrian's wife. Everything you're wearing and every jewel on your neck is our marital property. If you let me go now, we can pretend this never happened. Otherwise—" Before I could finish, Evelyn threw her head back and laughed again, the sound dripping with venom. "So, that's why you're acting all high and mighty. You're trying to steal my husband! You disgusting tramp. If I don't deal with you now, more homewrecking wench like you will start lining up!"

, Bright smiled. "Yeah...?", Ash held Bright ' hand. Bright winked and knelt in front of Ash who lost his breath ironically. "So, how about you marry me?", he said. "We already are married", Ash chuckled wiggling his ring finger in front of Bright. "Again...you silly husband !", Bright chuckled. "Huh?", Ash raised his brows. "Ash!", Bright protested. "I need you to marry me?", he say. "Bright ", Ash eyes glistened and he knelt in front of Bright .

"We promised each other that our children would get married." What the hell? He isn't trying to tell me to get married to a guy right now, right? I'm still seventeen, I barely know how to do housework. I don't know how to be a mom. I don't even know what love is! I definitely don't plan on having a relationship with anyone. "No," I reply, "you're not going to force me to marry someone right now right?" I start to panic. "No, I'm not," He says, I let out a relieved sigh.

Chloe walks into her husband Marcus's office to bring him birthday cupcakes for their daughter, only to find him sleeping with his secretary. Instead of crying, Chloe walks away, goes to an underground nightclub, and meets billionaire tycoon Dante Moretti. Dante offers her a deal: marry him to destroy Marcus completely. Chloe agrees, steals Marcus's financial secrets, and launches a massive revenge plot that strips Marcus of his money, his company, and his pride, turning Chloe into a wealthy, powerful queen. Every moment of this journey tested her courage and pushed her past her limits. The stakes were high, the dangers were real, and there was no turning back once the wheels of revenge we

“I want to do that too.” “Huh? What?” “Hold my husband's hands. Just like that.” I replied, my eyes still on the couple. “Let's get married.” His words made me look back at him immediately. “What?” “You and I. Let's get married.” “Right now?” I asked, bewildered because what the fuck? Who makes a decision like that? “Yes, right now.” “What? Wait. Why?” “You want to get married. You want to hold your husband's hands that way, with so much love.”

“Put your clothes back on.” Trembling, I watch as he walks away, heading for the stairs. “Wait,” I call out, my voice shaky. Ryan turns, impatient. “What?” “It’s cool,” I say, my voice hollow. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Ryan nods. “Good.” And just like that, he walks away, leaving me in a million pieces. ~~~

He answered with a smile and then held my hand tightly. "Ciara Cortel, do you take this man to be thy wedded husband. To live together. In the holy bonds of matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health and forsaking all others, keep thy only. unto him so long as you both live?" "I really really really do, father!" I answered smiling as well. I'm gonna marry your daughter And make her my wife I want her to be the only girl that I'll

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?”

"God, I can't wait for us to get married. I badly wanted to call you my husband." "You can still call me your husband now. For practice." I teased and Giovanni shut me up with a full kiss on my mouth, slipping his tongue into my mouth. "I love you, husband." "I love you too, husband." And just like that, I am going to marry the love of my life and spend the rest of my life with him. Together with our daughter, our family and our cats. Nothing, I repeat, nothing will make me stop loving him. Giovanni Marino is mine now. Till death do us part.