Novel & Cerita When I Marry A Stranger

It was so unfamiliar, so unexpected, and no matter how much i wanted to, I couldn’t hate it. I couldn’t even muster up a faint dislike for it. My heart was pounding and i was certain he must be able to feel it. Certain he would be able to see the fluttering pulse that i could feel moving at the base of my throat. Marrying a stranger didn’t frighten me. Standing up in front of family and friends making vows i wasn’t going to keep didn’t bother me in the least. But this man holding me like his wife scared the hell out of me.

They can tell him anything, and everything. I like how he has made this super easy for me. The first time grandma said I'd be getting married to her son, I was damn well overworked about it. That's not how this works, I can't just get married to a stranger. Ironic. I can't get married to a stranger, but I never thought twice in letting that stranger have his way with me, and get me preggie.

Marry him? My eyes widened, and I felt my heart skip a beat. “Excuse me?” I stammered, trying to keep my composure. “Are you insane? How did you expect me to marry you,just like that? Out of the blues and Marry a stranger who I don't even know? is that how you culture is?”

I swallowed slowly. I was excited that I was marrying a man I didn’t love. A man whose touch I barely knew, whose habits I hadn’t learned, whose presence still felt unfamiliar in a way that made something deep inside me recoil rather than settle. A stranger. That was the truth of it. No matter how carefully everything had been arranged, no matter how many times people told me it was a “good match,” no matter how much sense it made on paper—he was still a stranger. And tomorrow, I would belong to him.

Like a broken tape. I signed my life away, just a few letters on a dotted line, a swirl of ink, and two words, I do, and that was it. The ring twinkles on my finger catching and reflecting the lights, a glaring evidence. In only a span of a few hours since my dad told me about the arrangement. I am married to a stranger. I peek at him out of the corner of my eyes, the handsome stranger from the mall, but a stranger nonetheless. My goodness, what were the odds?

Didn't know I was going to explain to her. "Ava, did you hear me?" she said when she realized that I was lost. "Oh yeah, I heard all you said," I replied with a smile. She was like the only family I had. I needed to let her know what was going on. "I am getting married soon to a stranger," I said in a cold and calm voice "What? Why are your parents so heartless?" she said angrily, knowing fully well that my parents were the ones who arranged the marriage. Just then, Clara Wilson walked in. "Oh! You are here telling people about your useless life."

repeated my father, like a broken record. “Stop saying that. I don’t need a Stranger's help. And we always have a choice in life. It is up to us to choose it. I’m not a fool to marry a stranger. I have to live with this stranger, not you or your society or relatives. I made that mistake by agreeing to marry Ken, but not again,” I replied.

"Lila, you're literally insane. I can't marry a stranger!" "It's a dare!" Lila pushed, slamming her hand on the table. "Miami has those twenty-four-hour chapels everywhere. Do it! Just get fake married! It will be hilarious!" "It isn't fake if it's a real chapel," I stammered, nausea slowly kicking in. "And besides, he will never agree to that." "Agree to what?" I froze. The low, deep voice came from right behind me. I turned around, and the gorgeous stranger was standing there, hands shoved into his pockets, looking down at us with an amused expression.

Nobody replied in the group chat. A moment later, a WhatsApp message from my mother, Paige Lawson, popped up. "Forgot to mention, your dad's craving nachos." I knew she was testing the waters. She wanted to see if I'd noticed her text in the group chat. My fingers flew across the screen, typing furiously. "Why? I'm your biological daughter! Why am I suddenly an outsider just because I got married? Don't you guys love me anymore?" But in the end, I deleted it all.

Already hate how desperate it sounds. “I need your help.” “To marry you?” the stranger asks. “To get revenge on that piece of shit,” I snap. Marriage sounds so serious. “Why should I? You've already put me in a bad position with the business deal we had going on before you walked in.” He slides my glass of coke to himself and takes a sip. I have no idea how he made that look hot. But it did. And made my core throb. “You can leave if you don't want to.”