Too Late,she Already Married Mr.right Novels & Stories

, he says and she blinks her eyes innocently knowing he was saying truth. "Emma... I maybe wrong but you do love someone else, right? And I maybe the last option for you to choose if I am not wrong? Then why marrying me?", he asks making tears welled up in her eyes as she lowers her gaze. "Why me Emma? Pl-eas-e say... or else it will be too late. We are getting married the day after tomorrow... so pl-eas-e say it already", he pleads again and this time the line where he said 'it will be too late' strikes her.

She was surprised they didn't wait to scold her for arriving late again but she was also glad they weren't here, cause right now she was tired already and needed a shower, then off to bed straight. She hardly had dinner so that wasn't a problem, she would skip it as usual. She was about reaching the door of her room when a voice said from nowhere "Once again, you are late, this is why I'm very much prepared to marry you off and send you out of this house since you are determined to never listen to my words"

And in doing so, I'd bound myself to the most irritating man ever. I would've gone for Everett if not for the old lady and Anyta! “When are you ready to go back to your room?” I asked calmly, as though I were discussing something trivial. As though my chest wasn’t tight with the effort it took to sound normal. Leo scoffed, then exhaled a bored sigh. The sound scraped against my nerves. “We’ve already been through this before, darling. This is my room now.” I turned to face him. He was propped on one elbow, watching me with that smug, knowing look that made my fingers curl. “We’re married, Sienna. We’ll be sharing it for as long as that’s true.”

In a world that valued blood over loyalty, she had never been enough. Evening in Milano The celebration was in full swing when she arrived. Laughter echoed through the hall, glasses clinked, and compliments floated like confetti. At the center stood Leonardo Marchesi—her husband. The man everyone celebrated. The man who had dragged a fallen empire back to glory with sheer will. He deserved the praise. Every bit of it. “Congratulations, Mr. Marchesi. Truly young and accomplished.” “Your family life looks perfect too. You’re a lucky man.”

The third's POV: Then it was Nathan's turn. He stood, adjusting his suit with a performative gravity. His statement was brief and strategically stunning. "I do not wish for this marriage to end." A shocked murmur swept the gallery. Isabella Hartley bolted upright before being yanked back down by a glare. Carter Thorne, from the front row, merely watched, his expression inscrutable. The judge's gavel restored order.

I straightened. “And thank you, everyone, for coming. Enjoy the rest of the party.” The words came out faster than intended, but no one seemed to question it. I stepped down from the stage immediately. There, in the distance, I saw Claire rising from her seat. My darling wife was already frowning, her steps quick and purposeful as she moved toward me. I knew that look. I knew exactly what she wanted to say. And I knew this was not the moment for it. “That’s Ms Kingpin, babe. I am sorry, I will be back. This is business,” I said quickly, cutting her off before she could speak.

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.

She was drenched, her once-perfect makeup smeared into a chaotic mask, looking every bit the defeated, beaten creature she was. “Eliana! How dare you! Lucca will never forgive you!” she screamed. I crouched down, using the barrel of my gun to lift her chin. “You really think Lucca’s coming to save you?” “He’s my husband! We’re partners in interest!” “Is that so?” I pulled out my phone and started a video call with Lucca. The screen lit up, revealing his dark, brooding face in his office. It looked like he had just received the news.

Moments later, he nearly crushed his phone tightly as he spat, "I told you that woman was lying! There were no accident victims who arrived at the hospital today! "Who do they think they are to celebrate my birthday with me?" The smile on Chelsea's face widened. "Who are you thinking of spending your birthday with then?" "You and Lulu, of course!" he replied without hesitation. Listening to these words, I felt terrible. After all, Niall and I were only together by accident in the first place. I still remember how cold his gaze was when he looked at me before we picked up our marriage certificate. "I'm only marrying you because of the child," he had said. "But I don't want anybody else to kno

“Thank you.” A sound filled the room, placing the apple down, I reached for my phone. It was an unknown number. I frowned but picked it up. “Hello?” I said, patting Ria’s leg absentmindedly. There was a rustling on the other end before a female’s voice came through. “Is this Mr Gerald?” I frowned at the fervency in her voice and straightened. “Yes.” “I am sorry to inform you that your wife, Lara, has sadly passed away.”