Romans & histoires When I Marry A Stranger

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,

she replied and picked up her phone to dial the number on the card . It rang for a while and she decided to speak first before she might decide to change her mind when he picked up . " It's Olivia lane ..... I'm ready to get married to you Mr stranger ". She confidently said . " You are crazy !" Matilda laughed.

He said making me embarrassed as I didn't realise that I was staring at him. How could I look at him like that, I was married to another man. I had absolutely no business thinking about the physical attribute of a man other than my own husband. He put my bags in his black Audi and opened the passenger door and waited for me to get into the car. I slid into the seat. But just for a moment, his arm brushed against mine and to my horror, a weird sensation flooded my body. I close my eyes and took a deep breath by the time he got into the car himself, I had control of myself once more. Well, on the surface at least.

Stranger, and I felt a knot tighten at the pit of my stomach. So this was me dressing up in preparation for my wedding? It was supposed to be a happy moment and a dream come true if the man I would be walking the aisle with was Fred or someone I loved. But, it was a stranger, and it wasn't even a real wedding, just a marriage registration, and none of my friends or family were invited to witness it. But, since we were only going to the registry, why all these makeup and procedures? Seems Mr. Strange had a lot more to let by.

"He's kind and it's not easy to like him. Only in the kitchen is he strict and grumpy. But outside, he is kind. Did you know I confessed to him? But what answer did I get? It's you again, Iris! He can't reciprocate my feelings because... he likes you!" Tears fell from Iya again. I, on the other hand, could not process the words he said. How could Gavyn like me? Gavyn knew that I'm married and I'm married. He knows that, but he doesn't know that I'm talking about Ace. And for once, I don't feel that Gavyn likes me. Nor has he shown any motive to like me because he respects that I'm married.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

She snivelled and wiped her tears, landing her dejected eyes on the floor. "Next week is your marriage." Hearing him, Abby gave an aghast pervaded eye. "Prepare for this instead of roaming like yesterday!" He directed her and walked off, dodging her anxious, boiling voice, "I didn't even meet him. How can you expect me to marry a stranger?" She raged, dictating, "You aren't okay with me getting raped by strangers, but getting married by strangers is okay for you?" He slammed the door after leaving.

He asks. “Would you rather be elsewhere?” He sweeps his cold gaze over me, “Don't ask questions you don't want answers to.” My breath catches. Surely I can't recognize the man before me. It feels like I just married a stranger. I take a step back, “Wow,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “So that’s where we are now?” Ian exhales, like he’s tired of even standing here with me. Like I’m a burden and not his bride.

I stand on my top toes immediately grabbing the paper from him. I look down at the paper and our names and signatures are printed in the paper, along with an official stamp in the middle. The paper shakes in my hand, my eyes moving to the condom and back to the paper in my hands. “Oh my,” my eyes move to him meeting with his bright blue ones with a confused expression written across his face. “I got married to a stranger in Vegas” I litter the words to myself, disappointment rushing through me.

She didn't see anything funny in that incident. "Before my daddy died, he asked the man who crashed our car to marry me! Instead of giving me his account passwords, safes, and other treasures, he asked a complete stranger to marry me!" Luna laughed sadly remembering her father's last request. Jane didn't say anything because she was too confused about how to react. She couldn't imagine how it felt to be Luna. How could she marry a man who had killed her parents? "So... you agree to marry that man?" asked Jane carefully.