Thomasnovel Married At First Sight Novels & Stories

[Olivia] It's been a chaotic week since the small parlor wedding that felt more like a joke. All my family was concerned about was to make sure we registered our marriage, which we had no option to do It's my third day as a married woman. I was still at my apartment but I was finally moving to Lucas's house today. I've been hesitant about moving, it didn't feel real, we've drafted our contract specifically including every detail that is supposed to keep the marriage going for six months which was the time limit I agreed on.

My lips curved into a dazed smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. Thomas interpreted my smile as a yes, and moved in closer. His movements synced up effortlessly with mine as the beat pulsed through the air. I stepped back slightly, raising my voice to be heard over the thumping bass. “Oh no, no… I’m married. To Raymond, in fact.” His eyes widened in recognition. And then he laughed, the sound somehow both charming and mocking. “No way! That explains the look of confusion last night.” His grin didn’t falter as he raised his hands. “Don’t worry, I don’t have a thing for married women.” He took a step back, his smile softening. “Have a good night, Noah.”

Anastasia was annoying but she could do with it. Anastasia’s jaw dropped. “You are getting married? To Abel? And you want me to be your witness? Tell me the truth, were you smoking pot, Regina?” Regina burst out laughing. “Trust me, my life story is smoking pot.” She wiped a tear of amusement from her eye before adding, “Yes, I’m marrying Abel. He is a nice guy. I’m not looking for love. Giving a stable home to our kids before they arrive feels like the responsible thing to do. And if the marriage doesn’t last, that is okay too. We are not forcing anything. I mean, what are the chances that everyone will get a love story like you and Damien or Adeline and Ronan? Abel is a good man, and that

"You arrogant son of a bitch. You think this is all about you? " "Isn't it?" "I loved her first. I loved Mia before you even knew she existed. I was there when she was just a frightened teenager trying to survive in your father's house. I was there when she was figuring out who she wanted to be. You showed up and took her away from everything and everyone she'd ever known." "And yet she chose me." Thomas laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Bullshit." Thomas stepped closer, close enough that I could see the angry flush spreading up his neck. "You married her through a business contract, for Christ's sake."

When they arranged our marriage last year, I thought it was a dream come true. I was such a fool. The marriage had been Thomas’s idea, suggested casually over dinner one night. “You two have always been close,” he’d said with a smile. “It makes sense. Keeps everything in the family.” Eleanor had clapped her hands together, delighted. “Oh, it’s perfect! Father would have loved this.”

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. A sudden discomfort seized me.

No, happiness was when I was a boy who’d lived a few weeks of a relationship I should never have put my heart into. Fuck, why am I thinking about that all of a sudden? “With what?” “Securing your company from cyber attacks among other things. Let’s start with that.” “You do that everyday. What’s new?” “I met someone,” Thomas confesses. It almost makes him sound like a fucking schoolgirl. “A woman, you mean?” Thomas rolls his eyes. “Not a dog, clearly.” “And?” I ask with a sigh. “She’s perfect,” he replies. “I think she might be the one.”

But before the meeting, he wanted to talk to his grandpa first. “Take a seat.” He tapped the spot on the couch beside him putting his phone away. He obediently went to sit as he had told him. “What is it?” He asked. Thomas took a deep breath. “I have found my bride, and I am going to marry her soon.” He said confidently. He could not afford to make James suspicious. He had tried so hard to convince Olivia. He did not want his plans to be ruined. “Okay. That is great. Who is she? Does she belong to a high-class family?” He asked curiously. Thomas sighed. He knew the question was coming.

The shock in his eyes was undeniable. I drifted into my own thoughts, barely hearing a word the priest said. Simon’s gaze was fixed on me, and I kept my eyes on him, hoping he was feeling as miserable as I was. “I do,” I heard Thomas say, snapping me back to reality as he slid the ring onto my finger. What was I doing? My stomach tightened with nerves. Was I really about to marry Tom? “Lily,” Thomas nudged my hand gently, bringing my attention back to him. “It’s your turn.”

she cried inside her heart. "By the way," Sigrid continued, "According to the plot, Thomas fell in love with this woman at first sight. Later, he killed his wife to marry her while this woman abused his child. Since the child and his first wife have already appeared, the only person left is Thomas. He must be hiding somewhere." Before Elizabeth could respond, they both heard a voice say, "Here I am..." The actor playing Thomas was rather skilled in acting in Sigrid's opinion. The tone and volume with which he projected his voice were indeed frightening and eerie!