We Got Married Mark Tuan Novels & Stories

"Yeah, got busy. Oh, by the way, this is Ely, my wife. Ely this Mr. Janus. He's the one I always tell you about, our handsome bodyguard. " Wait, what? Wife? Telling me about? I raised an eyebrow, confused. "What?" "Oh, no, sir! It's embarrassing. And, when did you get married? Does ma'am Lyca know this? "He asked one after another. He chuckled. "That's why we're here. Come on, open the gate. Let us in first." He saluted. "Sir, yes, sir!" He immediately went to the gate and opened it while I'm left confused and speechless.

The groom was carrying the bride, who was covered by a veil, into the elevator. The third video was from the 8th-floor elevator lobby. The hallway had been decorated with colorful ribbons, and the groom was carrying the bride, with a large group of people following behind. Because he was carrying the bride, the groom kept his head down as he walked, only raising it slightly when he exited the elevator. With just one glance, I recognized him. It was my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with two and a half years ago.

Just two signatures that bound us together in something other than just marriage. Her hand trembled slightly as she took the pen from me and signed on the paper, then the pen slipped from her hand, and I quickly caught it. “Well, It’s done,” I said and she responded with a cold smile. “Congratulations, Mr. Hansen. You’ve officially purchased your new trophy. I guess I'm officially your wife.”

“I…I’m just curious” “Nothing to be curious about. He ran away after refusing to get married and the panic attack killed mum” Ethan paused. “Go to sleep, don’t worry about him” 'Damn!!!' I screamed into my pillow, unsure of what to do. I only met Mark once, and that was on my wedding day. Looking at the picture he just sent, he looked very hot and more longer than Ethan was. And now I could have him. Perhaps unite him with his brother?

Tony huffed but didn’t argue; the guards stepped in, and within seconds, Tony was whisked away as though he were a petulant child rather than a full-grown man. Once he was gone, Sarah turned her attention fully back to Mark, her gaze assessing him in a way that made it clear she was sizing him up. “Mark,” she began, her voice softening, but only by a fraction, “I want to make it clear—I will not take no for an answer. You and I…we’re meant to be together.” Mark didn’t even flinch. He faced her with an expression so resolute, it was almost defiant. “I’m married, Sarah,” he said firmly, and for a moment, something akin to vulnerability flickered in his eyes as he glanced briefly in my directio

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

“Get ready! The line is already massive!” I drew in two steadying breaths as Kat opened the doors and the first wave of alumni poured in. The first group was easy. No Jalen. No Talia. Then Mark walked in, his arm wrapped proudly around his wife. I wasn’t surprised, though Mark always had that family man energy. “Hey, Aria, you look great,” he said. “Thanks, boss. And who’s this pretty lady?” He chuckled. “My soulmate, my baby momma, my wife, Ebony.”

" Mark ripped the flower off his chest and looked apologetically at Sharon. "Sorry, Sharon. Claire is mad at me. I have to calm her down." Mark ran out of the hotel, ignoring Sharon's heartbreaking cries. He pulled out his phone to check the news and found out where my wedding with Andy was being held. By the time he arrived, our ceremony had already finished. Since my injury had not fully healed, Andy had driven me back to the Selton Mansion. Mark could not find me in the hotel. He was unwilling to give up, so he went straight to the Seltons to look for me.

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

Garvin was not liking the idea. Mark had a serious problem with women and even his marriage lasted for just six months but that was the fault of his ex-wife. Nevertheless, Garvin still had a major concern and that was about the woman in question, Gianna. “Stop it, Mark, she is married.” The other side of the phone went quiet as if the news had hit him too hard. Mark did not remember seeing a ring on Gianna’s finger but there were lots of married people who never wore their wedding rings but were still happy.