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

“Don't mind me. I'm just here for a drink. I had no idea I’d find you here. What a small world,“ she lied. “I heard you're getting married to George Hartley. Congratulations. I mean, since you couldn't get Adrian, you probably thought it best to settle for his uncle. You must really have a thing for married men.“ “That's it,“ I said, picking up my empty glass and smashing it against her head. “You're so goddamn annoying. Shut up for once in your goddamn life.“

I said pleasantly. "She was—" The woman hesitated. "She was married to Adrian Hart. One of the most powerful men in this city. She disappeared about five years ago. There was an accident and no one ever—" She shook her head. "I'm sorry. You just look so much like her. It's startling." "I get that sometimes," I said. "I must have one of those faces." The woman apologized again and left. I stood at the stage door for a moment after she had gone.

"Why bring her up on a day like this? She’s bad luck." With that, he boldly took Emily’s hand, raising his voice to ensure everyone in the room heard him. "Emily is the woman I love most in this world. I’d appreciate it if no one ever brought up irrelevant people again." The room fell into a stunned silence. His words sliced through the air, cold and final, leaving no room for misinterpretation. The message was clear: I, his wife, had become a ghost long before my death. My eyes stung, the hollow ache of betrayal tightening around my chest.

She shows off the shiny gold ring with a little diamond on her finger. It's not surprising that she's already married. They're already at that age after all. The stage where people are expected to start a family of their own. "You came too late. The party was over about half an hour now. Why did you only come now?" She asks. Ulysses gives her a lazy smile. "I really wanted to but the call of duty needs to be prioritized." "You sure are dedicated to your work. It's okay. Just try to come earlier next time." She said but who knows if there really is a next time?

I question her, annoyance covering my words. “I’m sorry, dear, things have to be done properly if things are to go our way”, she shot me a tight smile. “What is to be done properly?” I was lost; I had no idea what she was on about. “Well, your fated mating to Mason, of course”, she chuckled like I was being stupid. “What! Already? I only found out this was even possible this afternoon,” I all but squealed. “No time like the present, my dear”, a new but familiar voice answered.

She looked right into his eyes watching his eyes fill with desperation. "What?" She questioned and somehow she knew his answer wouldn't please her. "We will hold our marriage in a week." ____________________________________ Hopefully next will be updated tomorrow if not then the day after tomorrow for sure. Till the next adios

The same receptionist from earlier glanced up, and the smile that spread across her face was open and far too knowing. “You two look very good together,” she said lightly, eyes flicking between us. “Anyone would think you were a couple.” The words landed like a match against dry paper. Heat flooded my face so fast it almost stung. “We’re not…” “We’re late,” Mr. Nik said, already guiding us forward with a small tilt of his head. His voice was even. Almost dry. He neither confirmed nor denied. He simply moved us past the moment as if it had never existed.

he said. I blinked. “Three?” He nodded. “We didn’t even…” he paused again. Then finished it anyway. “We didn’t consummate the marriage.” That surprised me. I won’t lie. “So why are you still married?” I asked. “Because she won’t let it go,” he said simply. Silence. “She’s dragging it,” he continued. “Lawyers. Delays. Technicalities. Every time we get close to finalizing it, something else comes up.” I processed that.

Mary said and Katrina looked at her being confused. "What do you mean by it is already late?" Katrina asked her. "Demon Knight got married, again" Marry said to her. "What?" Katrina shouted and stood up. "Yeah. He got married last week. See this" Marry said and forward a magazine, towards her. Katrina took the magazine and opened it hurriedly. There was a news of Demon's marriage with the repetition of photos where Demon and Elena were standing too close. Katrina fists her hand in anger and throws the magazine.

She had locked herself inside a gilded cage and called it marriage. “All right, Perry,” Marcus said, clinking his glass against hers. “Or are we supposed to call you Mrs Somebody now? Coach Miller was in a foul mood today, but he did drop one bloody bombshell. Apparently you got married three years ago and told none of us. What happened? Did your husband lock you in a manor and turn you into a trophy wife?”