Our Secret Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

I just wanted to move on with my life. "And because you're not pretty," he continued, a little mockingly, but it was the truth. "No one will suspect anything. This secret marriage will be safe. No other woman will be jealous or try to find out who my new wife is." I looked down. My trembling hand was still holding that brown envelope. "But why does it have to be marriage? Why isn't it enough to just…"

My being married to Ignacio had to remain a secret to both Cullen and Drew. I was a Secret Wife.

This was the first time he had come across a woman who was so logical in her speech. Fred did not respond to Jolie's words. He asked her the next and probably last question before deciding whether or not she should be his new secretary. "This probably has nothing to do with your job. But I wanted to ask you personally. I read from your curriculum vitae that you came from a small village. What made you decide to live here instead of settling down in the village like most country girls?" Jolie let out a long breath. This was quite a tricky question. She couldn't afford to appear naive and overly ambitious. She just needed to be realistic without putting herself down.

A tear formed in her eyes when she saw how happy Sebastian was for her. "Solene Thompson, do you take Bruce Wilson as your husband?" She swallowed as her forehead began sweating. She closed her eyes when her heart thumped so fast. She didn't want to get married, but she didn't have a choice, especially since Mr. Thompson gave her a deathly glare. "I-I do," she muttered. "Bruce Wilson, do you take Solene Thompson as your wife?" She was anxious that Bruce might back out of their marriage. She didn't want to get humiliated again. She almost gasped when Bruce darted at her without emotions.

He left my shoulder screaming at me to leave from here but I meekly said I won't. He again yelled at me but this time I retorted to him nicely which caused feverishly. Well, he didn't seem to accept that I won't budge so I played my card and leaned to him saying I will reveal his secret if he won't let me work here. "And from your secret means, our contract marriage and yes, like you see I don't care what will happen if this secret comes out, so don't worry about me," I said with the same attitude. "Did you go insane?" he shouted at me. I sneered saying, "got some nice lessons."

The cold wall behind her was causing shivers to run up and down her spine. “ I am the man you always wanted. Powerful and Successful. ” He tempted Sara and leaned in to let her feel his hot breaths fanning her face. Sara pressed her head against the wall behind her to maintain distance from him. This man was such an asshole. Sara pursed her lips in thin line thinking of what he just said. Ofcourse, he was all she had ever wanted as her husband, but the thing was... She was already married to Silas Alexander.

"Who is that, Aunty?" asked Kaluna in a whispered voice when they invited into the house. "Did you forget?" replied Ola as she joined in the whisper. "That's Rey, who I'm planning to marry you to...." "WHAT?!" "Shhhh!" Ola hurriedly smothered Kaluna's mouth with her palm. "Why don't you say it out loud, Luna?" Ola grimaced and quickly removed her hand from Kaluna's face.

Damien groaned and filled me with thick, hot cum, grinding deep to push every drop inside. He stayed buried deep, kissing me possessively. “Tomorrow night, my penthouse. Don’t be late, Mrs. Blackwood.” He helped me fix my clothes, then sent me home with his cum still leaking down my thighs. Our secret marriage was the most dangerous game in the city. And I was addicted to every second of it.

Or worse—something that would drag her back into the glittering cage she'd escaped? She shoved the phone into her pocket and walked faster along the shoreline, waves licking at her ankles. The cold shocked her awake, grounding her. She couldn't tell them. Not yet. Emily would worry, Alexander would analyze, Noah would ask a thousand innocent questions. They thought her heart was healing from a bad breakup, not tangled in a secret marriage to one of the most powerful men in the country.

"Show me your phone." Lia's blood turned to ice. "What?" "Your phone. Let me see it." "No." "Why not? If you have nothing to hide—" "I'm entitled to privacy. Even in a marriage." "Not during a reconciliation." His hands dropped from her face. "If we're supposed to be rebuilding trust, that means transparency. No secrets. No locked phones and hidden messages." "You already went through my phone once. Remember? And I told you—" "That was your regular phone. But you have another one, don't you?"