The Man I Married Novels & Stories

Isaim rolls his eyes at me, "Sit down and tell us where you've been. Theo said you have big news for us, so spill it." "You're not going to believe this," I start and walk to the bar to pour myself a drink before sitting my ass down next to Marco, across from Theo and Isaim, "I'm a married man.” "What?" Theo spits out, losing his cool exterior for a second because he's so confused. And, oh, if he only knew who was my bride, he would lose his mind, "What the fuck?" "You're married? Who the fuck are you married to?" Marco asks, bewildered, "Who the fuck would want to marry you?"

I grabbed my suit jacket and moved it up my arms and over my shoulders. "So you're a married man now,a title I never thought I'd imagine you with.How is married life treating you?" I chuckled."It's like I imagined it would be,a lot of work. Being a married man is not something I had imagined for myself either,but a man's gotta settle down at some point." "Well I'm happy for you. I am sorry that I missed that wedding of yours though,I heard it was quite a day.I saw the online photos of you and Vanessa." A day from hell!!"It's one that I'll never forget that's for sure."

"Why don't we go look around, I must tell you that my son-in-law's family has a home theater larger than the one in the city. "You don't mean it," and with that they left the room. I signed and closed my eyes as the makeup artist continued her job. I didn't want this, none of this, but resignation was the feeling I felt and I had no choice but to go along with it. As long as Jayden was safe. "Hey girl, who knew the virgin who didn't even know the shape of a dick would be getting married first?" I recognised that chirpy voice as I jumped in my seat and swung the chair backwards.

I wasn't surprised because this is how he normally acts. It made me recall how he missed our engagement party and our wedding reception in the past with an excuse of being busy. For as long as I've known Manuel, he is a workaholic who isn't ready to back down on that attitude. I used to beg him for his attention and care in the past. I could barely get the chance to see the man I refer to as my husband. He married me because I needed a sponsor, but I ended up falling in love with him.

The man who could show warmth and desire to a stranger yet only coldness to his wife. There was no escape from the truth. I was married to a man who would never love me. Who would never even try to love me. And I was flying toward a beautiful prison where I would spend the next weeks pretending that everything was fine.

" I ought to have withdrawn. I should have hit him, yelled at him, then raced back to my spotless, ideal husband. Still I didn't. I was drowning, and this man—this broken, deadly man—was the only thing that made me feel alive. "I married your son," I quietly murmured. He gave a faint smile. "You married a guy who left you here like an unloved heirloom." I peered at him. "What from me do you want?" His lips hovered just above mine. "Everything you fear to admit."

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her child growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So, I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day.

And just like that, I was married to the man who was as cruel and cold as burning ice. The man that was detested by the Mahonnas. The man I was sure will break every part of me till there was nothing left to return to. Just like that I was married to Marco Rossellini.

I gripped her hand tightly, my thumb brushing against her cool skin as if trying to transfer some of my warmth to her. “You know,” I said softly, my voice trembling as I tried to keep myself together, “getting married might not be so bad. I was planning on getting married to an asshole before, the only difference is that I will be getting married to another asshole. But who knows? Maybe the man I’m marrying won’t be terrible. Maybe he’ll be kind, or caring. Maybe he’ll surprise me.”

This person might not be mentally well! The man took out a cigarette box from his suit pocket and knocked out a cigarette, placing it between his lips. He flicked open the steel cover of the lighter, and an orange-blue flame flickered. After lighting it, he took a deep breath and then blew smoke rings into the air. Leanna looked at the handsome profile of the man and felt an inexplicable sensuality in this scene. "Marry me." "You said let's get married, so am I losing face? Besides, marriage is not a child's play. If I get married and then divorced, it will be my second marriage."