Our Secret Marriage Novel Novels & Stories

I came one final time with him, shaking uncontrollably around his pulsing cock. Adrian stayed buried deep inside me, breathing hard against my neck as the sounds of the wedding party grew louder outside. He kissed my shoulder possessively, then whispered against my ear: “I’m marrying her… but you’re going to be my secret wife. My car will pick you up after the honeymoon. This isn’t over.”

The difficulty I am experiencing to start a confrontation with him is what hurts me majorly. Quietly, he slings his heavy arm around and pulls me on his chest. Here is where I want to be always. Here is the only place I don't want to share with anyone else or even introduce it. Our marriage is for us. It's not for anyone else. It's like a secluded isle that no one knows about except God, the coastline, and the few people who inhabit it. And Abel and I, only us, inhabit this marriage. But, Abel seems like he wants to involve more individuals in the marriage affair. No one is supposed to know about our secret marriage except for Harpers' chauffeur, of course. Thanks to Abel.

His hand shoved under her clothes, rough enough that her buttons popped right off. Before she could even process what was happening, he’d stripped her almost bare. Three times. Later she found out why he’d been so worked up. That night, his cousin Julian had gotten married. Shotgun style. Because once you’re married a year, the trust releases a chunk of shares. Marcus was panicking. If Julian married first, he’d get access first. Part of her understood. She had a complicated cousin too, someone circling her inheritance like a shark. But it still left a bad taste in her mouth. The way Marcus treated her that night… it felt like she was just a tool. A way for him to lock down power.

Biting her lip, she decided that it might not be so bad if a third party knew the truth. “Listen, I know what I’m about to say will sound unrealistic, but it’s true,” Jessica began. “The man you saw earlier is… my husband.” Rachael stared blankly at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh, really? Then I must be his sister,” she said, laughing. Her amusement faded when she noticed the serious expression on Jessica’s face. “You’re joking, right?” she asked hesitantly. Jessica sighed again. “It’s a secret marriage. Nobody knows except his family and now you.”

Way too fast cause I winced in pain immediately after. "And... You can't tell anyone the reason why we married in the first place. Our marriage will be a secret only known to the people within the walls of this home. Deal or no deal? The bureau would be open in a few hours." "Woah. You didn't tell me this before I signed the book. Hell, we don't even like each other! And you want to stay together forever?" I asked in disbelief. "Do you want revenge?" Of course, I do.

Collin goes to wipe the pebbles of sweat from his face and notices a wedding band on his ring finger. "Aish!!! What's this?!" This awareness resulted in him chastising himself for what appears to have happened. "Oh no! I must be a fool! Is this a joke?!" Collin whispered under his breath. He knew it wasn't a joke; he could not understand what made Olivia agree, but they must have gotten married secretly. Collin begins to smile as remnants of last night begin to flash back very clearly in his mind. They had left Olivia's apartment to discuss over drinks the subject of children and marriage. They went to a quiet bar in town. By the third drink together, Collin remembers apologizing.

" Nina was anxious. She could not afford to wait for two months. The man observed Nina's reaction keenly. "You're in such a hurry for a divorce. Is your spouse unwilling, or have you found someone else while married?" Nina denied, "I haven't cheated. It's a marriage of convenience, and my spouse has genuine feelings. We're in a secret marriage. I'm just tired of this loveless marriage now. We have no property to divide, no children. I just need to move on with my life." A secret marriage. Those words caught the man's attention. Only elites chose secret marriages. If that was the case, there would be profit to be made.

But at least we are together now and we're happy. For three years, we have been Secretly Married but now, we will soon be having a child. This is not yet the end of our journey, but the beginning... I know eventually, everything will get better because we have our family, our loving members... And we have each other. - The end -

June arrived with heat and humidity. The kind of weather that made you want to sit still and do nothing. Catherine said the garden loved it. Doris said the garden was welcome to it. Maple dug a hole under the porch and refused to come out. Marmalade sat on the porch railing and watched the world with lazy eyes. I sat on the swing. The oak tree gave shade. A breeze moved through the leaves. I had my laptop open. The novel was published. The Secret Billionaire I Married. My name on the cover. My story inside.

I could hear his heartbeat—it was fast, restless, yet steady when I laid my head against him. “I am yours,” I whispered again, this time against his chest, as if sealing the vow not just to him but to myself. His hold tightened, and he let out a deep breath, almost like a sigh of relief. “Good,” he murmured into my hair. “Because I am never letting you go. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.” In that small, quiet room, away from the noise, away from the chaos, it felt like our true wedding was happening, not with beads and music and dancing, but with raw hearts and broken voices, binding together with nothing but truth.