Surprise Marriage Comic Novels & Stories

"He’s the one I just married." Silence. Then— "WHAT?!" Both girls screamed, Grace nearly choking on her water, while Genny clutched her chest like she was about to have a heart attack. "You—" Grace pointed at me, eyes impossibly wide. "You fucking married Kurtis Otias?!" I nodded repeatedly, my brain still struggling to comprehend it myself. "Why?!" Genny demanded. I blinked, forcing out a weak smile. "Uh… surprise?" Grace grabbed her head. "Oh, no. No, no, no. Do you even know what you just did?!"

I turn to leave but I meet Clayton who seems to have just gotten home. “And there is my bride,” he says in a tired voice, “you must have had a wild bachelor party,” I say. He doesn’t respond, instead he walks to me and gives me a hug, “we just got married and we didn’t even spend our first night together,” he says in a low tone. “Oh… um, we can do that tomorrow after the wedding.” I am blushing to the last tip of my toes, oh, how can he blindside me like this with that statement.

Just to explain the camera part, Truce King is quite a popular public personnel and his sudden marriage is something every newspaper and magazine want to carry on their front page. “Thank you,” I force a smile on my face. Truce had instructed me to act happy for show. Almost everyone here doesn’t know that this is a contract “marriage.” The thought of spending a good five years of my life with this man is already exhausting as I think about it.

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

I let him hold me because it felt natural and I don't think he is going to do anything to hurt me. “I have a surprise for you” He announced and my jaw dropped, why would he want to surprise me? And what for? Oh my goodness is he going to say we consummate our marriage, I suddenly wished I could shrink or teleport myself into another dimension. “Uhh can't this surprise wait?” I asked warily, but he didn't say anything. I guess not. What was I doing getting married without thinking about what would happen after? I'm so dumb and impulsive, “I need you to close your eyes” He voiced out jolting me out of my thoughts, oh my God that's it.

“I won’t marry anyone. Salvatore will.” Lifting my eyebrows at him, I asked, “Will I?” Simone sank down onto the sofa, grimacing. “No offense, but Salvatore isn’t really the right person to play husband either.” I tilted my head. I’d never considered marriage. It seemed unnecessary. “If you’re referring to my lack of emotions, I can assure you that I can fake them if required.” Cosimo shrugged. “It’s not like it’s a marriage for love. Salvatore doesn’t have to feel anything to

2. Marriage is a promise made by two lovers, to cherish and hold themselves forever. Wade called it bluff. To him it was the tool that would put his perfectly thought out revenge in motion. No one ever hurt him and went unscathed. It has been years but this was the perfect time to strike. When he had all the power and his opponent was vulnerable. Spinning in his seat he smiled to himself. This had taken years in the planning, and even a longer period of waiting. But today, he would laugh at his enemy and watch him beg on his knees.

Our wedding had been a small, intimate family affair, so it was no surprise that not everyone was aware of our marriage—or even that he was married at all. Flashes from cameras erupted like fireworks as reporters snapped photos of Vince at every turn, capturing every gesture and word. I could already imagine the headlines blaring the news across social media and gossip columns. “What?!” someone shouted from the audience, disbelief clear on their face. “When did you guys even get married? Is this some sort of joke?” Vince’s deep, rumbling laugh filled the room, rich and unapologetic. “No, but perhaps your life is,” he shot back, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Excuse me ? But how ? You said....." " I don't care what I said. There's no meeting here." "Then why are we here?" I was shocked but left stunned by his next statement . "We are getting married." And the bomb was dropped on my head with such force that I couldn't think of anything. After a moment of clearing my head I busted out . "What? HAHA nice joke. I didn't know you were the joking type. HAHAHAHA. Marriage? Marry me? HAHA ." I laughed like a maniac.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.