Our Secret Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

Making Mary swear an oat of secrecy was the only smart move because I have known Mary to be a chatter box, She is always loyal to her friends and loved ones, I know I made her choose between me and her favorite cousin, I was left with no choice, yet I know that deep inside me my little secret will not be a hidden forever. With my plan in motion, I hurried up our marriage preparation, so that there would be no iota of disparity between the duration of the baby's birth and the time of marriage. Soon after the hurried marriage, another hurdle for me, my newly wedded husband decided to ball out on me, he practically disappeared on the night of our marriage, no God knows where.

“Keep smiling, show how much in love you are with Teddy and don’t step one toe out of line. My brother is coming in soon and he is the most important guest in this place. Do not do anything to get him upset or else, you will be the one doing time, not your father.” She stops when her eyes catch something in the distance. And when I follow her gaze, the air in me gets knocked out. “There he is,” she chirps like an excited mother. “Play nice.” This can’t be happening. It can’t. Because how on earth did I just get married to Mr. Hill’s nephew?

she asked. “Dramas,” one of them said proudly. “Of course,” another agreed. “All the good ones start like this.” Emily could only stare. “They get married in secret,” the woman continued enthusiastically, “private ceremony, no one knows, then the wife comes to work in the company and pretends to be just another employee.” “And sometimes,” another added, “they even sign contracts not to reveal the marriage.” Emily let out a soft breath, somewhere between disbelief and exhaustion. “That is not what this is,” she said.

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

I could see the shock written all over her face. "You had a one-night stand with a stranger?" She couldn't believe it, her words laced with disbelief. The weight on my shoulders grew heavier as I recalled Ares and his pained voice from our earlier conversation. "I-it's not just that, Elena... I married him, and it's a legal marriage. No joke," I told her emphatically, displaying the wedding ring I was now wearing. Elena's eyes widened even further as she stared at the wedding ring. She stayed seated next to me, repeatedly cursing under her breath.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

Always for him. But he would never love her. That much was now very clear as daylight. "Do you worry that our marriage should not become public?" she asked, dabbing at her wet cheeks, "then don't you worry, Ronan. Nothing of such will ever happen. I can assure you," she said and raised her head like a flint, jutting out her chin in his direction. She had made her choice, no one would ever know of their marriage, because in a matter of days, their marriage was going to be over.

She was shattered, and I knew that, no matter how hard we tried, no conversation could undo what we were about to uncover. "Alright," she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. And with that simple word, we made our way to my house. As we walked, the thoughts haunted me. What did this mean? Had our parents lived a secret romance? Were the marriages they built just a façade? And if it was true, was our view of love, which we always believed to be pure and unshakable, completely wrong? Worse still, there was the most terrifying possibility of all: what if we were related?

Like millions of other girls, she had dreamed of marrying the superstar, imagined him smiling at her, choosing her. And now she was standing here, marrying him for real. The irony burned. This marriage would never be known to the world. No cameras. No headlines. No congratulations. On paper only. A secret contract hidden from everyone. After today, nothing would change. They would live their lives as before. No love. No tenderness. Just rules. Emily broke eye contact first. She could not look at him anymore. Marriage was not supposed to feel like this. Her youth mattered. Her first marriage mattered. She had imagined white flowers, a flowing gown, joy reflected in every face around her. A da

I realized something just then, and I beat her to it. “But if you are specifically worried that we still haven't consummated, you should know my husband and I have been secretly mating even before we even decided to get married.” I let out, my tone slightly purposely cold. My stomach wasn’t showing yet, but it was only a matter of time before it did.