Thomasnovel Married At First Sight Novels & Stories

Felix corrected. Thomas let out a long sigh as if it was impossible. "You're just lucky and you know that luck doesn't favor everyone. So, instead of me looking around for someone like Claire, it's better for me to decide not to get married." Felix used to have a hard heart like Thomas. He couldn't help but turn on his cousin's way of thinking because he basically understood what was going on inside Thomas' head. Getting married was still a very scary thing in Thomas' mind because he had yet to find the right person.

His eyes grew wider and covered his mouth, taken aback by the surprise his boyfriend prepared especially for him. Letters were written on each of the student's t-shirts, big letters in black showing a message full of love. “Thomas Peterson, will you marry me?” A proposal. “Oh my god,” tears started falling on Tom's cheeks as he read it again and again. “Tom,” Emmett said, as he shyly climbed the stairs. “Baby.” “Y—Yeah?” “I know it hasn't been long since we knew each other. We met only this year at college, and we haven't spent so much time together, but Tom, the first time my eyes landed on yours, I knew you were the one.” Emmett smiled.

"What kind of connected?" "We don't know yet. But in the dreams, in whatever that other life was, we cared about each other. We were supposed to..." He trailed off, colour rising in his cheeks. "Supposed to what?" Thomas looked directly at her then, and I saw something in his eyes I'd never noticed before—vulnerability. "We were supposed to get married. Not because our parents arranged it, but because we chose each other." The words hit me like a physical blow. I pressed her back harder against the bathroom door, needing the solid support. "That's impossible. You can't stand me."

The first weeks of married life passed like a dream. Emma and Thomas had chosen to postpone their honeymoon Their shared home, a sprawling yet cozy seaside estate, quickly became their sanctuary. It was a place of light and laughter, a sharp contrast to the shadows they had endured. Emma woke up one morning to the sound of waves crashing. Thomas was still asleep beside her, his arm draped protectively across her waist. She took a moment to watch him, marveling at the peace in his expression. For years, both of them had been locked in a relentless struggle. But now, they have found a rare and precious thing, peace.

After Thomas was released, he cleaned up his act. Meanwhile, I gave birth to my first child, Sophie Sparks, not long after I got married. During Sophie's one-month birthday celebration, Thomas transferred 999,999 dollars into my account. The message he left was, "This money was supposed to be my bridal gift to you. I'll pretend that we got married now that the money has finally found its way into your hands." I replied, "Stop being such a disgusting creep. The dividends that you promised me when I was working for your company were worth much more than this."

His gaze, sharp and bright, was fixed on Sharon. "Sharon… what did you just say?" Seeing him burn himself, Sharon quickly stood and grabbed a damp napkin from the table to wipe the spill. Her brows knitted with concern. "Thomas, are you okay?" Thomas instinctively grasped her hand, eyes burning with intensity. "Sharon… what did you just say?" Sharon had meant to tease him, but seeing the tension and anticipation in his expression softened her heart immediately. She lowered her voice. "Thomas… let's get married."

"What?" "Come here." I leaned down until our faces were inches apart. Thomas lifted his good hand to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing away tears falling from my cheeks. "If we're going to do this, if we're really going to be mates, then I want to do it right." "What do you mean?" "I mean I want our first kiss as promised mates to be something worth remembering." My heart was beating so fast I was sure he could hear it. "Thomas, you're barely conscious."

I stared at him intently, a silent plea in my gaze, as I waited with bated breath for the words that would change everything. “You are easy to like at all, Alessandra,” he said, the unexpected compliment catching me off guard. A thick lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed it down, desperate to clear the air passages. “Any man would be lucky to have you,” he began, his voice a low rumble. My mind stopped working. It’s not what I want to hear, to be honest. “And marrying you...wouldn’t be a bad idea,” he whispered, dropping to one knee. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm born of fear and confusion.

He shouted as if Maris was down the street, meanwhile she was just about to turn the doorknob and exit his study. Maris stopped dead in her track, and turned around swiftly. Thomas was already standing before her, he knelt on one knee and took one of her palm in his. "Will you marry me?" Maris hands flew instantly to her mouth and she nodded. "Yes, I will marry you." Thomas carefully put the ring on her finger, it was too small, but he managed to push it all the way in.

Bella sighed and snuggled close in her husband's embrace, "I love you too, now and always" And their love story was one that people always used as a perfect love story. Fate separated them but destiny brought them back together. They were married at first sight but their hearts became intertwined forever. If you like my story, give it a thumbs up, and don't forget to always leave your reviews and follow me. Love you all. THE END