Marry My Husband Web Novel Novels & Stories

I told him, and I watched in satisfaction as he tried to figure out what I was talking about. “Who is that?” He asked with a frown. “The man you were talking to earlier. My husband and the CEO of Axis,” I said smugly. Oh, how satisfying it was to watch the colour drain from his awful place. “Husband? You are married? How? When?” he stuttered, and he was about to grip me, but I stepped back, so his hands dropped limply to the side. “Yes. My dad, your brother, arranged the marriage and gave Atticus full management control of the company” I should deny how it felt good to brag with his name, but I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

"Let's go." I stared at the marriage certificate in my hand, feeling strangely disconnected from reality. I had actually done it—married a man I'd known for less than two hours. A man who might be my fated mate, but who would never know I was his equal in power, not the submissive Beta or Omega he assumed me to be. I followed my new husband to the car, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

Author's POV "They are coming in two weeks" Marona got up and started walking back and forth. "And look at my life." Mikhail leaned back on the bed and rested on his elbows while looking at her. "What's wrong with your life?" He asked casually. "What's wrong with my life?" She looked at him in disbelief. "I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..."

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

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"

She died few weeks to my graduation, I had no one to cheer for me but she made a video on her sick bed with instructions to watch it only on my graduation day. I realized nobody came for Stacy as well so we bonded over that. Shortly after, she told me she was married. She was vague on the details but I knew enough to have me realize it wasn’t what she wanted. At seventeen, she was married and I was struggling with bills. Saving for my culinary education became a far-fetched dream. Anyways, life must go on. I threw one last look over my shoulder and saw her disappear through the gate just as it was about to close.

He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...? Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine. When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security. Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had designed. I was smiling brightly as I held Zane’s arm. Zane slipped a ring onto my finger and kissed me with deep affection. At that moment, Alexander’s world collapsed completely, and he saw nothing but gray. He pounded violently against the glass but failed to make a sound. The security g

“ And this mother fucker is all fake. You don't have anything! Everything belongs to me now.” “ Thats also right, everything that once was mine belongs to you but not my husband's…” he laughed, the sound mocking as he cocked his head back then straightened. “ Stop this husband talk or have you gone crazy?” “ Don't worry, he'll be here. We're getting married today. He told me to end things with my ex so he could finally be with me, he'd been waiting for a while.” I said, maintaining my calm, even though I was itching to slap him on the inside.

“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.