Romans & histoires When I Marry A Stranger

Boss, if your marital status isn't stable, it's going to affect the IPO. Ruby frowned. Get it. His contact info and his schedule. I'll find him again. The only reason she agreed to her mother, Sheila's ridiculous demand to get married immediately. Was for the IPO. A married legal representative just looked better on the application. But now she was hitched to a total stranger, who was clearly part of some larger scheme she'd been dragged into. Owen Knight was not a simple man. The smart play was to get a divorce fast and cut her losses before things got any more complicated.

I even signed a contract. I can now recall the entire thing that happened. Why did I even do that? Perhaps I just got carried away, plus I was tired and still having sort of a jet lag from an 8 hours flight when a stranger just asked me to marry him. "What were you thinking?" I didn't answer Trina's question, how can I answer it if I myself don't know what I was thinking last night that I just agreed to get married. "Who is the guy and what's his name?"

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

It was unexplainable to her why she had a heavy heart leaving the place—leaving the stranger man. A tear fall from her left eye. She felt that she betrayed her husband, but what happened between her and the stranger she doesn’t regret it, even a bit. How can she do such things to her husband? She never let another man touch her except him—but she suddenly made an exception to Mr. Stranger. Now, she had a heavy heart. The feeling that she left something in that place, but she can’t point it out. Damn, Eura! That was just sex!

He handed me a tray “How do you expect to get in without a drink.” My heart pounded with every foot step I took to the VIP section. I can't believe I'm about to sell my dignity for money, my first time is going to be with a complete stranger. I have always dreamt of my first time with the man I love, in a decorated room, with fancy candle light and cool music. But it seems life has other plans. “There is no turning back now Maria,” I said to myself as I got to the entrance. I took a deep breath and stepped in.

She snapped, immediately regretting it. She saw the flash in his eyes as soon as he decided it and then his hand was on her face. He hit her and she fell, hitting her head on a desk. “Did you at least capture him?” “No. He wan…wanted to marry me but.. I.. I refused.” If possible, James’ face became even redder. “Pick your phone up and call him. Tell him you'll marry him.” “But-” “Shut your mouth! Tell him or I’ll send Harriet and Harrison to foster homes. Different foster homes.”

His brows drew together as his fingers flipped a page back and forth, pausing. “What is it?” I asked, moving closer and taking a seat beside him. He placed the dusty book in my hands, pointing at a specific page. “This has got to mean something,” he murmured as I read through the last words my mom had written in her diary. I read it out loud: “I live with a stranger. This wasn’t Vinichi, this wasn’t the man I married. The man I married would have known my middle name, which I told only him. But I asked today, and he snapped because he didn’t know. I need to understand what’s happening to my marriage.”

How can he remain those cold and blank eyes? “I do,” he replied. Why do I feel like that answer was terrifying? “Do you accept this man as your husband?” The priest now asked me. I gulped while his gazes remained at me. Am I really marrying a stranger? My dream was to marry Sebastian, the man I can only see. How did I end up marrying a complete stranger? “I do,” I replied. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” It was what they were all waiting for. The most exciting part that I forgot. I just met him and yet we will be kissing each other. I gulped as my eyes went down on his lips. I have never seen such a perfect shape and color of lips as him.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.