Secret Marriage Crazy Love Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“Before he understood how much power mattered. Before he learned what it could destroy.” My pulse roared in my ears… “They fell in love,” he went on, his tone unchanging. “Quietly. Without permission. Without witnesses.” “They got married,” Alexander added. The word hit me like a blow. “What?” I gasped. “Yes…” he replied. “They married in secret. There were documents. Witnesses who disappeared. Promises that were never meant to survive daylight.” My legs felt weak. I reached for the edge of the bed and sat down heavily, my breath coming shallow and uneven.

But here, on these pages, I can admit it: I dream about him. More than dreams, sometimes. I wake up sweating, my chest aching, wishing the dreams were real. Wishing he was mine. My hand shook as I wrote the last line. If anyone ever read this, I’d die. But maybe I’m already dying, piece by piece, every time he walks past me in the hallway and pretends I’m nothing. I closed the journal, heart pounding. Slid it under my pillow, where it lived with all my other secrets. Safe. For now.

The priest, an older man with kind eyes and a voice like velvet, opened the worn leather book and began. “We are gathered here in the presence of God and these witnesses to join Jayden Sterling and Nyra Kingswell in holy matrimony.” More like a holy sin. Only if the priest knew that the marriage wasn't just out of two lovers marrying to be with each other against all odds. But one hopeless broken being and the one who claimed this was all for protection. He wouldn't call it holy matrimony. He would have objected to it without thinking. “Do you, Jayden, take Nyra to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in secret and in strength?”

“It's better than actually getting married, right?” A contract? He's suppose to get married using a contract? “How did you say it works again?” Michael let out a sigh “it's simple, you and your chosen lady sign the contract that states that the marriage lasts for only 6 months. During that time, you should be able to get the company and right after, it dissolves" “A contract means money, Michael. This contract says 5 million dollars. I'm not giving my money to any lady” he made it clear

“So, what now?” Sebastian set his cup down, his gaze steady. “Now we talk.” He slid his phone across the counter toward her. Olivia looked down, and her breath caught. “Mystery Man Marries Jilted Bride in a Shocking Twist.” “The Abandoned Wedding That Became New York’s Most Talked-About Love Story.” “Who Is Olivia Bennett’s Secret Husband?”

She put to bed a happy baby boy, who looked more chubbier than his elder sister did and he ended up buying the heart of everyone as well. Their lives were blessed as they lived in the most happiest moments of their lives forever. Their love started with a SECRET at first but it was a beautiful COUNTRY ROMANCE. THE END.

I looked at him as I warned him for what happened yesterday in my office. Yesterday I came back at two in the morning from an important business meeting abroad I went straight to my office. I planned to sleep and have some rest in my penthouse at my office before I attending this board meeting. When I opened the door of my office I caught the sight of my secretary lying on top of my desk naked, with her legs spread wide. Her pussy facing my office door giving me the view of her hole while she finger fucked herself. She let out moan while looking at me. Instead to reduced my jet lag my blood boiled in anger. I stepped towards her which she thought she made me turned on with her body.

“You didn’t like the privilege? You can ride the elevator alone. Without your bullies.” I rolled my eyes and was about to press a button when he held my hand. “Uh uh! You’re now my secretary, remember?” “Rogue!” He winked. “I know you’re tired, babe. Don’t be so grumpy.” My eyes widened when he said that just as soon as the elevator door slid open and the people standing in front of the elevator stood frozen in front of us just because of what he said. Rogue smiled and intertwined our fingers together. “My wife is so fcking cute when angry. But I prefer you smiling sweetly, baby.”

Bianca's pulse quickened as the dark room suddenly became brightly lit. She closed her eyes and prayed in silence. "Did anyone forget to close this door? Why was it left open? Juan must have been careless this time, because he was too busy...hahaha...” A deep voice echoed through the cold room, then the sound of shoes getting closer and closer to Bianca. “Oh…God…” Bianca screamed inwardly, as the deep voiced man drew closer to her hiding place. The man looked around the large room and walked over to the countless piles of money.