Too Late, I Married Up Novels & Stories

I was about to say yes when my grandmother interrupted, "You jinx! You killed your father and sister, and now you want to curse my son?" I stood frozen in my spot. Then, I hastily shook my head. No, that wasn't it! I would never. My uncle insisted on taking me, and I stayed under his roof for three years. During my second year living under his roof, he informed me that my mother had found a new family. After that, he even tried to comfort me. I nodded quietly, but I didn't notice the redness in the edges of his eyes. My mother's new husband was a locally famous, rich upstart. It was to absolutely no one's surprise that my grandmother had a hand in that marriage happening.

I looked at it, then I looked at him and then I looked at Vivian, who was watching me over the top of her phone with the expression of someone watching a mildly interesting scene play out. "Justin." My voice broke on his name. "What is that?" He put his hands in his pockets and looked at me and I searched his face desperately for the man I married. The man who brought me soup when I was sick. The man who held my hand in crowded places because he knew I hated crowds. The man who told me on our wedding night that loving me was the easiest thing he'd ever done. He wasn't there. "This marriage is a shame," Justin said. "I'm done with your sorry ass and I want out. Sign those papers. And I never

It felt like they were all on a spotlighted stage, chasing their tails. He knew it was only going to get worse from here on, seeing as he was going to be getting married to fulfill his father's desires.

She just sat there, looked me up and down, took a sip of her coffee, and said, elegantly, "Mia, I heard you're from a small town down south? I don't know if you're familiar with a term we use up north when families talk about marriage. It's called 'matching social status.' "I'll admit, you're pretty. I can see why Grayson would turn down the arrangements we made for him because of you. But marriage takes more than just a pretty face. After all, a vase is the most useless thing in a room." At the time, I wasn't that deeply invested in Grayson yet. Naturally, I couldn't take that kind of insult.

"Quinn, Rosie's actually had a thing for you forever. If you actually married her, she'd lose it." I jerked awake. Gordon Yelton was staring dead serious. I was alive. Again. Deborah, his wife, sat next to me, clutching my hand, all soft smiles. "You've crushed on Rosie for ten years. If this marriage happens..." My parents exchanged tight smiles. We all knew the game. This wasn't about love. The Yeltons were broke, and they needed our money. Everyone knew I'd been Rosie's lovesick fool.

The silence between us became comfortable, a stark contrast to the screaming matches that had filled my home for the last three years. I took a sip of the cool water, looking at Mason. He looked older than he did during our medical school days, with faint lines around his eyes, but he still carried the same calm, unshakeable confidence. "What about you, Mason?" I asked, trying to steer my mind away from the tragedy of my own life. "We haven't spoken in so long. How is your marriage life? I always assumed you’d be married with a family of your own by now." Mason let out a soft, humorless laugh, shaking his head. He looked down at his glass, a rare trace of vulnerability crossing his features.

Her family beat her bloody for it, and she still smiled through the bruises just to keep me from worrying. I knelt beside her, barely able to keep it together. "Maren, I'll wait ten years for you. But you have to marry me, or I'll find someone else." Ten years later, I was still her dirty little secret, and my salary for playing both arm candy and personal assistant hadn't changed from that original hundred thousand. The birthday party ended on a sour note. Maren didn't so much as glance at the resignation letter before she slammed the door on her way out.

“You’re going to marry her,” ***** UNEDITED

“I know I messed up before, but I regret it. Now I’m ready to do it.” “I’m sorry, Jamison. But I can’t. I’m married. It’s too late now,” I said and tried to step away, but he caught my wrist. “I know you’re not happy here...” I immediately shot him a cold glare. “That doesn’t change the fact that I’m married. So let’s just forget we ever happened.” “So you’ve completely given up on us?” “I gave up the moment you turned me down. It’s too late now,” I said and turned to walk away, brushing the tears from my eyes.

Mara’s pov “Mara mara,Mara can you hear me” I heard Daniel voice faintly as i finally can back to reality “Yes yes i can hear you” “what happened you just stalled all of a sudden,who was on the other end”his face flushed i could tell Daniel was immensely worried. “It's was Vivienne,i stammered she says she wants meet up tomorrow alone ” “Why for what reason?” “She knows Daniel she knows” my voice was almost fading out,”she went ahead to mention how she knows something i don't know about my marriage and why Ethan married me”.