So I Married An Anti Fan Film Novels & Stories

An unfamiliar comfort is a worse torture than the familiar struggle I face. “Amariya, vieni, e ora di andare a casa,” Amariya, come, it is time to go home. I should argue with my husband, that is what normal married people do, but I don't. Our marriage is not normal. Lucca Sanati is the sworn enemy of the blood that runs through my veins. It is why he turned around and showed me who he really was all those years ago while he pretended to love me. I once hated my family, the blood that was my own for this very reason.

Borevia City's golden-boy heir crashed his car and ended up paralyzed from the waist down. Just like that, his shot at taking over Alwyn Corp was on the line. The second the news hit the Twyford mansion, Rory—the girl my parents had raised instead of me—came to me in tears, begging me to take her place and marry Axel. I tightened my grip on my water glass and laughed. "Seriously? You used to act like I was embarrassing because I grew up in a small town. You said I wasn't classy enough for your crowd, so you handed my engagement to Rory. "Now Axel's paralyzed and might lose everything, you want me to switch back and deal with it? Yeah, no." The door flew open. Jared Pritchard—my boyfrien

If I could do it all over again, I swear I'd love you the way I should have. … I read them one by one, watching Adrian pour out his pain and his longing for me. Still, I felt nothing. After all these years, I'd long since erased the 28-year-old Adrian from my heart. Whenever I looked back, the only Adrian I remembered was the earnest 18-year-old boy. I got married two years later. I married a man who loved me deeply, and together we welcomed a beautiful little girl. My husband asked me what I wanted to name our daughter.

I said and he watched me with his hands folded looking at me like I had gone crazy. “ Okay, I'm listening, even if I know you're not thinking straight right now I'll still listen,” he said, “ Antonio hates me and I hate him more. What do you think would happen if we both get married and I become his biggest torture, I've done it once without the marriage, what do you think I'll do in the marriage?" I asked with a raised brow waiting for his response.

The woman married the wrong man. I stared at the screen in complete disbelief. Then looked at Katherine. Then back at the screen. Then back at Katherine. “She chose him.” “Yes.” “Voluntarily.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because she loved him.” “That is not love.” Katherine's shoulders were shaking now. “Then what is it?” “Terrible judgment.” The movie continued. Predictably, everything collapsed. The husband betrayed her. The marriage failed. The dependable man she rejected moved on with his life.

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, drop by drop, into the sink. "I guess we didn't make it past the seven-year itch after all," I murmured. Seven years ago, Dad, Don of the Sassi family, held a gun to my head and told me not to marry Stefano. I married him anyway, for love, for a soldato who had nothing but ambition back then. I gave up my birthright, my crown, and my family's empire to build his instead. I played the perfect housewife, funneling him money and dealing with his enemies. Step by step, I put him on this city's underworld throne.

"Marriage certificate? What are you talking about? Why would you and Edwin have such a document?" I laughed coldly. "It's none of your business." "Ella, there's a limit to losing your temper. Are you trying to trick everyone by printing a fake document? Do you think I'll believe you?" I watched as he got worked up over this while staring at the stamp on the document. He roared, "Impossible! Why would Edwin be willing to marry you? You're nothing but a… But a…" I smiled as I looked back at him. "What has it got to do with you that I'm marrying him? He's my boyfriend of four years, so who are you to question me? Why would you be so mad over this?"

Elena's fists clenched around the paper as footsteps echoed outside the door. Adrian's voice. "Elena, we need to talk." Her heart pounded. Because now, when she looked at him - She didn't see her husband. She saw her enemy. Elena's grip tightened on the paper in her hands, her pulse hammering in her ears. Adrian Blackwood destroyed her family. And she had married him. "Elena?" Her mother's voice was cautious, eyes filled with concern. The folded document trembled between Elena's fingers as her mind raced.

"She's my wife. If we're really friends, show her some respect. And divorce? Not happening." Noah's buddies rolled in, all fake chill, trying to play peacemakers. "Come on, we've been boys forever. Don't blow it over some girl." "Didn't she say she'd marry whoever stepped up at the wedding? You only did it 'cause you felt bad, right? It wasn't real." "Seriously, dude, you could pull any girl. Don't make things awkward for all of us." Every word hit like a slap—like I didn't even exist in the convo.

“Oh, Ani, when will you understand that life goes on beyond the tantrum you’ve thrown? The sooner you accept, the better it is for everyone.” Anita’s heart hammers against her rib cage, and her fingers tremble. “You can try all your might to keep shoving this marriage down my throat, but I think it’s flogging a dead horse. I will never, ever, in a million years, accept you as my husband. Do you hear me, Asshole?” Alex was looking right at her, eyebrows lifted in challenge. “Challenge accepted.”