Wake Up Married Novels & Stories

she says as I smile at Bentley. She waved at me with a big smile on her face and Mara puts her in her walker as we talk. "Good morning, boys. You guys ready to start the day?" Mara says, grabbing her coffee and kissing Z. "I mean, hell, I have to be. I'm getting married in six hours. Knowing my wife, she's probably been up since seven." I say, taking a sip of my coffee. Suddenly my phone rings. A smile paints onto my face as I answer.

Two hours ago, Trevor had handed me that glass and watched me drink. "You've been exhausting yourself with the wedding planning lately, Helena. Drink some warm milk and get some sleep. You'll be a beautiful bride tomorrow." His voice had been tender then, but now, the bitter aftertaste left in the glass felt painfully ironic. I didn't cry. My eyes didn't even redden. I just felt sick to my stomach. The pills were from a doctor he personally found to help with my insomnia before the wedding. Instead, he used my defenseless, drugged sleep as an excuse to indulge his childhood friend's latest breakdown.

[My wedding's tomorrow. Everyone has to come. No need to bring any gifts. I just want it to be lively.] When I saw Hannah Castillo's message in the company group chat, my heart jolted. I never expected to be reborn to the exact day before Hannah used my identity to marry into a powerful family. [So the rumor is true! Castillo Enterprises and Mason Group really are joining forces!] [Wow, we actually get to witness a wedding of a century. Ms. Castillo and Mr. Mason must be a perfect match!]

The next morning came cloaked in gold light and the scent of cedar. Aria stirred beneath the silk sheets, her body wrapped in warmth and the memory of Sebastian’s touch. He was already gone, of course—ever the CEO, ever the mystery. But his scent lingered. His side of the bed was still warm. She sat up slowly, her muscles deliciously sore, her lips still tingling from his last kiss. Married. The word echoed through her like thunder. She had married Sebastian Wolfe. Not just in signature, but in presence. In touch. In desire. What started as strategy had turned into something far more dangerous.

Serena woke up the next morning feeling jolted out of her sleep, her mind still clouded with the events of the previous day. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, hoping that it was all just a terrible nightmare, but her eyes immediately fell on the divorce papers lying on her bedside table. The sight of them brought her back to the harsh reality that her marriage was on the rocks.

Morning light filtered soft and gold through the curtains, the house quiet in that particular hush that settled after a long celebration finally wound down. Arlen woke slowly, the unfamiliar weight of the ring on his finger the first thing he registered, cool and solid against his skin, and for a moment he simply lay there, letting the reality of it settle over him again—married, actually married, the word still feeling new and slightly unbelievable even now. Cade stirred beside him a moment later, one arm still draped loosely across Arlen's waist, and murmured something sleepy and content against his shoulder before blinking his eyes open properly.

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

~JESSICA~ It was a loud knock that woke me up from sleep the next morning. It was a sunday. For some minutes, I forgot where I was and why I was here, but it all came running back at once. I got married to Daniel Sutherland yesterday. A contract and fake marriage. “Who's there?” I asked, stretching and yawning. “It's me” came the brief reply. I knew who it was from the voice. “Come in” I said, picking up my glasses from where I dropped them before sleeping last night and wearing them.

She told me her daughter might never wake up. Life after marriage would be no different from being single. What was there to think about? This was my dream life. Back when I had a regular job, I worked my butt off and still took home less than 4,000 dollars after all the deductions. As long as my comatose wife did not wake up, I could do this gig forever. I lowered my head and said with a smile, “No need to think it over. I’m in. Having such a kind and beautiful mother-in-law is already a blessing.”

I dreamt of that night again; I couldn't tell what it was, but I felt something heating me from the inside. I should wake up, wake up, Mariana. I could feel something trying to wake me, but I couldn’t move. I let out a breath and finally snapped my eyes open, blinking continuously as I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling before me.Where was I? I blinked again and looked around, and that’s when it hit me—I’m married, and this is my new home.