When I Marry A Stranger Novels & Stories

“Th-That night you ran away, what happened?” “Dad I...” “Carrie... Tell me, what happened?” His demand was strong, my soul felt more tremor. “I uh...” I gulped while my legs cautiously began to take small steps backwards. “I met this man and we uh... I uh...” “You had sex with a stranger.” My father had a sarcastic smile on his thin lips. “Carrie!” I jolted. “You were going to get married, but what? You went to have sex with a stranger.” He laughed hard and my heart squeezed.

I still loved her, but the idea of getting married to her and being average forever pisses me off. “But…why would she bring up marriage so easily, that’s my role. Why would she do that and just ruin everything for me?” I said to my best friend while on a call with him. “Thank you for helping me stage the whole earring situation, it really worked. Now I’m finally free from her” I added. We talked for a while and I hung up quickly when I heard footsteps approaching. “Who were you talking to?” Jenny asked, smiling at me as she sat on my lap.

I said, "we'll get through this. Together." However, as we continued, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that the stranger's call was more than just a random interruption. I knew I had to stay focused, but my mind kept wandering back to it. The stranger who provided an unforgettable evening just yesterday. However, I've pledged to myself that I will keep my distance from this man. For the sake of my marriage life. Despite the allure of the mysterious stranger, I knew I had to stay true to my commitments. My marriage, my relationship with Cassian, was my priority. It wasn't always easy, especially with the memories of that unforgettable night persistently lingering in my mind.

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

these words sounds familiar to me, including his presence and scent, 'strike it out Melanie it's impossible' "Umm I'm Melanie the lady who is meant to be your wife" "Get out!!" " Are you really that cool, driving me out with out hearing me out, your workers must be suffering " I said almost commanding. " Go straight!" " Well I'm here to strike out our difference, I'm not willing to marry you and I don't think you're so let have a contract marriage " " Why?" " Cause I'm not interested in living with a stranger, and perhaps I've a mission I've to accomplish within one year, so let's have a one year contract marriage "

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

Blood was gushing out of my hand as I glared at him. "I'm going to kill you Daniel and then have Veronica all to myself. We'll get married while you rot in the ground." He pointed the gun at me. I watched as he pulled the trigger and I quickly dodged, running towards him with great speed. I pushed him to the ground and tried to pull the gun from his grip. I didn't know where the strength came from. We struggled with the gun and it fell off finally from Tony's grip.

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

Mom, my mom, and dad were conniving to get me married cause I was about to die and he thinks he can talk about manners. I followed the stranger and said the most stupid thing I have ever said in my life. "Marry me?" I said. He looked at me and started laughing, "You want me to marry you?" he asked me and I nodded, I already started this, but I have to go with it. "You don't even know my name," he said. "we can talk about that later, I will pay you a hundred thousand dollars if you do," I said. "That desperate?" he asked me. "You need the money," I said referring to the job he just lost. I handed him my business card and urged him to think about it.

"Papà! Puoi sentirci (*Dad! Can you hear us?)" "Dad!" "Dad! Dad! Can you hear us?" Isabella's voice quivered with desperation. ************ With a heavy heart, Isabella made her way to the doctor's office later that night, her face etched with sorrow. She wore an asymmetrical top and a checked-patterned skirt. The doctor, a gray-haired man in a white coat, sat behind a desk, idly tracing his fingers across its surface while stroking his beard with the other hand. He greeted Isabella with a courteous smile and gestured for her to take a seat.