Mission To Remarry Novels & Stories

I said, trying my best to hold back my tears as I slid Easton's ring down his finger. “I, Easton Grey, do take you, Mirabella Brookwood to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for the rest of my life, till death do us apart.” My face was already a crying mess by this time and I didn't care anymore. I still couldn't believe how far we had come from our first meeting after my return, up until this very moment. If anyone had told me that I would remarry this man in the end, I would have laughed so hard at that person, and yet here I was, doing the very last thing I had told myself I would do after my return.

Until she spoke again, “Let’s get back together, continue dating, and if you want to remarry, I’m okay with that too.” If later he found her boring or got tired of her, he could take the initiative to ask for a divorce and hold the upper hand, so he wouldn’t cling to her so stubbornly. “Are you serious?” Caleb couldn’t hide his excitement and grabbed her hand. “We can remarry?” Whitney nodded. “Yes.” “But I’m going to Jisaston, I don’t know if we can process the remarriage there.” Caleb would find a way. He might not even have to go to Jisaston.

If she could secure the inheritance, she’d have enough to pay Derek back before he ever found out she’d taken anything at all. Derek slumped back in his chair, feeling his pulse quicken as he took in Autumn’s slightly flushed face. The thought of standing beside her as an officiator declared them married tugged at his heart—but he reminded himself that this would be their second marriage. And it’s only temporary, he thought, trying to calm the hope stirring in him.

So somehow, I came up with a new deal. "Miss Emma. I have a new proposal for you". I saw her expression change that instant. But I ignored it. "I want you to marry me with no condition at all. You and I together forever. What do you say? " She stood up immediately. And declined. "No. I can't. I only agreed to this deal because I wanted a Father for my Daughter. And that for just two years. I want nothing more Please, sir. Don't forget that this is a contract marriage and not a love marriage"

" Only later did I learn that she was Caitlyn, the woman the Sheppard family had arranged for me to marry. The fireworks on that rooftop, and her face beneath them, stayed in my memory forever. We got married and had Nelly. It wasn't until the day Mason Sheppard graduated and returned home. Caitlyn went to pick him up and got into a car accident. I went to take care of her, but then I saw the two of them together on the hospital bed. "Ian, I'm tired of this. I want something different." I left the marriage with nothing. Later, when my adoptive mother needed money for treatment, Caitlyn suggested we remarry. I agreed. She filled the villa with my fireworks designs. She even promised to arrang

When I gave up on my mission and confessed to the existence of the system, my girlfriend, who couldn’t seem to give up on her first love, suddenly agreed to marry me and bear me a child. I thought my sincerity had moved her and excitedly began preparing for the wedding. She, however, tricked me into going for surgery. “You’re on a mission and have unlimited lives. He has end-stage heart failure and is on the verge of death. Don’t worry, after his surgery and recovery, I’ll come back to our family and continue helping you with your mission.” What she didn’t know was that the moment she took my heart away, I had utterly failed my mission and all my memories were erased. One month later,

"To five more years until we get the Hamptons and Tuscany." "To proving Victoria's final test right." They drank. Then Dominic set down his glass. "Marry me." Elena blinked. "We're already married." "I know. But marry me again. For real this time. We are doing this because we want to, not because of a contract, a will, or Victoria's games. "That's the same thing as staying married." "No. Staying married is passive. It's not making a different choice. Remarrying—having a ceremony where we choose each other with no obligation—that's active. That's deliberate."

“You wouldn’t survive it.” He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “The couple program,” I say. “You should sign up for it.” He lets out a short laugh. “Are you trying to get us caught?” “I appreciate the concern, but that's not possible.” “Not possible?” I press. “Why?” “Because we are not legally married anymore,” he says. “We would need a marriage certificate. And Amara would never agree to remarry me.” His voice carries certainty. Frustration.

What more do you want? "If you keep causing a scene, I’m going to retract my offer to remarry you. You’re going to regret it." I could tell he had run out of patience, judging by his expression. Regret? I had already done my part of regretting. I regretted not leaving him sooner. It was only after I left him that I realized that there was more to this world than Emil. "Emil, let me be perfectly clear: I have no intention of remarrying you. In fact, I am already married, so I would appreciate it if you stopped pestering me." I shrugged off his hand and turned to leave.

Most of them gave me dirty and envious looks while others smiled warmly. The officiant cleared his throat with intense passion beside me, pulling my attention away from the congregation. His loud voice echoed in the hall. "We have gathered here today to join these two souls in Holy matrimony." I think I noticed a Jamaican accent there. I quickly handed my bouquet to Kate as the procession began.