When I Marry A Stranger Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped ajar. 'I... I'm pregnant?..' Val didn't doubt for a second that it was true. Was it her scum ex-husband then? No. She was certain that it wasn't. She could only think of the wild raw sex that she had with that stranger with no protection whatsoever. She didn't even need to ask how long she'd been gone for, she hadn't seen her menstrual flow through the month either, now that she thought about it. But rather, what really concerned Val was her newfound life. Clearly, she was pregnant for a stranger, someone whom she didn't even know his name and probably would never meet again. Was she to keep the child or abort it?

Chapter Two Married To A Stranger Olivia’s POV Today is supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, but it turns out to be the saddest day of my life. I had always imagined and looked forward to the day I would get married, the day I would be married to the man of my dreams, but now, I am getting married to a stranger, to a man I have never seen before. I sniffled, trying my best to hold back my tears so I wouldn’t ruin my makeup. I would have to sit for minutes so they could fix it again, and I just want the day to end so fast.

I ask the stranger, itching to put distance between myself and this person putting very insane thoughts in my head. Then the stranger says the maddest thing I’d ever heard, the third person to bring it up in just a few hours, but unlike them, he doesn’t suggest, he asks. “So, would you marry me?”

" Yes, you did. But you still showed me more heart than my family did. You could escape on the first occasion and start over, but you stayed, showing me loyalty I forgot existed." " Is that so strange? I am your wife," I replied, slightly offended by his words. " You got married to a stranger, to the man who could offer you nothing. Any sane woman would choose to leave." " Are you suggesting there is something wrong with me?" I took a step back and crossed my arms over my chest. Marcuse chuckled. " I wouldn't dare." I raised my eyebrow, as his words did not sound too serious.

Rose's voice sounded hoarse with tears in her eyes. An untimely wedding where Rosa left Robert just the day before her wedding. Rose didn't even understand how the pictures of Robert with Ruby and several other women could be in her hands just as Rosa visited the apartment. She, who was initially grateful for Robert's misfortune, finally panicked because she was trapped in a marriage with that man. Rose couldn't even run away anymore because of the tight security, nor could she contact her family. Everything happened so fast beyond expectation. "But I'm still there, aren't I? Although, we didn't get a chance to talk in the end." Ryan let go of his arms and wiped the tears that welled up. "Yo

] After that conversation with Sir Jonathan, he hung up the phone. I was standing and thinking, "Why does my body ache?" and "Why do I feel a little bit dizzy?" "Ohhhh, what the heck?" I then remembered that there was a stranger whom I let into my apartment. And we both sing and drunk together "What the fuck! I fucked a stranger!" Garshhhhh. Not just that, I was very drunk yesterday. (I hold my head and start to slowly slap it.)

He completes. My head begins to feel like it’s floating. “I don’t even know your name.” I stammer barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to,” he stretches his hands for me to take. “You just have to say ‘I Do’.” I can’t decide what is scarier. The fact that he is serious or the fact that I am considering. I may be reckless—sometime. I am desperate. But in no universe am I going to get married impromptu—to a stranger I just met! I am not that desperate.

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

He was probably the only family I had left, and I was willing to do anything to keep him safe, even if it meant sacrificing my happiness. I tried not to stare ahead as I walked along the rose-petal-strewn path toward the altar, where Callum Turner stood. As I drew closer, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I was getting married… to a stranger. And not just any stranger… but to Callum Turner. For some reason, I found myself wishing I had ended up with Mark instead. Even if I had discovered the betrayal later, I could have opted for a divorce and eventually been free… but this was different.

Sometimes I wake up sweating, my heart racing as though I have been touched for the first time. I tell myself it must be Liam. Maybe my subconscious already knows him. Or maybe it isn’t him at all. But that question doesn’t stop the heat from spreading through my chest when I think of those dreams. Oh, and one more thing: last night, in a haze of alcohol and rebellion, I kissed a stranger. My first kiss. Stolen from me? No. I gave it willingly, recklessly, maybe desperately. And I liked it. she yawned and rubbed her temples, the dull throb of a hangover pulsing through her skull. Her head ached, her eyes stung, and even the thought of standing made her groan.