The Man I Married Novels & Stories

Ava I was married. Married. I still couldn't believe it. I was married to a man who crashed my wedding ceremony, declaring that my father had sold me to him when I was only seven. That couldn't have been legal. Oh, and that’s not even the crazy part. Far from it actually. Not only was I married to this crazy person, but apparently, this man was the long-lost heir of the Russian Mafia who was supposed to be dead. And they say weddings aren't fun.

She sat up, disoriented, and unlocked the phone with trembling fingers. The photograph filled her screen before she'd even opened the article — herself, framed in Damien's doorway the night before, his hand visible on the door, the angle and lighting conspiring to make the moment look far more intimate than it had actually been. The headline beneath it made her stomach drop entirely. CARTER MARRIAGE IN CRISIS — WIFE SEEKS COMFORT IN EX'S ARMS

You've never once loved anyone but yourself! I didn't bother pulling my punches. "Mr. Clark, Gideon and I received our marriage certificate from the state three days ago. We are now a legally married couple. So, if you have nothing else to say, please leave." I couldn't resist adding a snide remark, "You should go to Sophia if you're going to throw a hissy fit. After all, you two had registered your marriage and are a lawfully wedded couple." "No! I don't have a wife! Not anymore!" William shouted in desperation.

“The family gave the order. The recipient is already prepped in OR 4.” Then came the mask. It smelled of chemical sleep and ending. As the darkness swirled at the edges of my vision, I saw a flash of movement near the viewing gallery. A man stood there. Tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes as dark and unforgiving as a winter sea. John. My husband. The man I had married three days ago in a ceremony where I stood alone next to his framed photograph. The most powerful man in the city, and he hadn't even bothered to show up to stop his new bride from being carved open. He just watched, his face a mask of granite.

““You knew you were going to marry me, and yet two days before the wedding, you were tangled up with another man.” His gaze darkened. “You don’t get to act above this. Not after that.” “Shut up!” Tanya shouted, fury blazing. “Don’t test my patience,” Leonard said coldly. Her breathing became ragged under his grip, but she still forced herself to meet his eyes, voice low and steady despite the strain. “Leonard Eastwood… are you really going to murder your newlywed wife first thing in the morning?” He narrowed his eyes. Something flickered—brief, unfamiliar—then vanished.

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no

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

His face was unreadable. That alone told me everything. Something had gone very wrong. A man was forced onto his knees. His hands were tied behind his back. Blood stained the sleeve of his white office shirt. His breathing was uneven. His eyes were filled with fear. Ethan leaned casually against the bar, slowly swirling the whiskey in his glass. For once... He wasn't smiling. I walked past everyone without saying a word. The only sound inside the penthouse was the steady click of my shoes against the marble floor. I stopped in front of the man.

As a response, he nodded his head. " So, how's married life treating you? " I questioned him, well, I'm aware of who exactly he married and why. His father wanted a grandchild and for that, they were forcing him to get married ASAP. However, Ira being Ira manipulated him in her sympathy-gaining act and here, he's married to her despite my several warnings and disapproval. Nevertheless, I don't hate him for that because he must have his reasons. After all, he was stuck in the trap. He did what he felt right at that moment.

"Forgive me, when I first saw you, I seriously thought you're still in college." I chuckled. "Must be because of my height. But yeah, I'm married." Rory smiled, then she gracefully clasped her hands on the table. "Come on, tell me about your husband." "Excuse me?" Her smile widened. "What's your husband like, Bianca?" I cleared my throat. "Well… he's…" He's an asshole bastard who manipulated me into marrying him. But instead, I forced a smile. "He's a businessman. He… recently got into an accident and is in therapy right now."