When I Marry A Stranger Novels & Stories

The stranger I never wanted to marry became my husband, best friend, my cuddle mate, my adventure partner and eventually, the father of my kids. THE END

Forcing a smile, she stammered, "Johnny… what are you doing here? I… I just thought since it's almost New Year, I'd stop by to see my parents after finishing my work…" Before she could finish, I cut her off. "Then why are you here in this neighborhood? And why did that man just call him 'Dad'?" I narrowed my eyes, studying the man in front of me. Something about him felt familiar. A fragment of memory surfaced— He had been at our wedding. Back then, he'd stared at my wife with a lingering, almost obsessive gaze that had made me deeply uncomfortable. But since he never appeared again afterward, I had nearly forgotten about him.

Everything about it screamed wrong but I had no other option left. I made a promise to myself that I wasn't going to go this path but here I was, planning to do what I swore never to do. Marriage — and this time with a stranger. But since its not out of love, nor out of desire it's a much better option than going back to Martin. I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “It is better this way” I whispered to myself trying to convince myself that it was far better getting married to a stranger than holding on to a relationship rooted in deceit and manipulations.

I look at my life falling apart around me. Three hours to decide if I'm willing to marry a stranger. I pick up my phone. My finger hovers over the number. What kind of crazy person agrees to marry a stranger? What do I have to lose? Before I can talk myself out of it, I dial. A crisp, professional voice answers on the first ring. "Grayson Enterprises, Contract Division." "I... I received a letter," I stammer. "About a marriage contract." There's a pause. Then: "Ms. Thompson. We've been expecting your call. We will pick you up now. “

Tears fall, and my throat swells shut. “Let’s put aside the fact that you were blitzed in an unfamiliar city with strangers that are rock stars. Mom says you’re not getting the annulment. Montana, you can’t stay married to a complete stranger. Who does that?” He pauses for a moment. “Insane people, that’s who.” “Joe, he’s not a stranger.” I clear my throat in the hopes my voice sounds serious. “I know we rushed the wedding, but we’re slowing things down now.”

He asked, and I shrugged feeling my eyes closing when I had my name being called like a whisper. “I have no idea where I am, I think I am in my chilly apartment with a stranger. Let me go find out who it is, toodles. And call me again tomorrow night, so we can get to the bottom of why you are with your ex-wife and what you plan to do with me, who is so so…” I couldn't even complete my words when I felt a presence behind me and I hung up the phone with Tristan abruptly and blinked repeatedly trying to keep my eyes open.

"Miss Winters, do you really want to start over with Mr. Cross? If I may say so, based on my experience, men who betray their marriages are likely to do it a second or third time. And... "Didn't your parents already arrange for you to go abroad for treatment? You'll be leaving in a month, won't you?"

His breathing was hard and heavy as if the last thread of control was about to leave him. Why would I want him to stop? I wanted this as much as he does! “Don’t wait for me to stop you, I won’t,” I whispered in his lips, breathing heavily. The stranger groaned before slamming his lips back on mine. His finger found my entrance and he pushed one digit, coated another with my juice, and now there are two inside me. I screamed as I felt my orgasm was on its edge. “So damn tight,” he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace.

'' She says looking defeated. ''There must be something... Just do something. Aliya won't answer my calls and I know Aliya won't come back home. I can feel it in my guts and that only means I have to...'' I trail off. I don't even want to think about getting married to a stranger. I have always dreamed of getting married to the love of my life and not a stranger. ''Zara...'' ''I don't even love him ma, I don't know his name not to talk of what he likes and what he doesn't. What if we don't get along? What if... I can't get married to someone I am not in love with ma.'' I cry squeezing her hands.

No, I am not approving of his lunacy mandates so easily, but I am curious to see whom he has chosen. "Ariana Gray," he said with enthusiasm. A thin layer of happiness could be seen in his eyes, which reflected in the form of glitter tears. Yet, I am completely astounded after listening to her name. Does he know who she is? Undoubtedly, he knows that's why he's aiming to knot me with her, but I can't be with that girl. It will be problematic, and my life will turn up and down. "How can I espouse a stranger?" Yeah, I know her name, and some information but still, she is a stranger to me, and who marries a complete stranger? Such relationships might work in the early 1970s, but in this century,