When I Marry A Stranger Novels & Stories

Everybody started looking around for the groom. "Where is Carlos?", my mother whispered under her fake smile as she walked me to the alter. "I don't care", I said and then we reached the alter. Valerie reached out and took my hands. Everyone in the crowd gasped, shocked. "Hello Stranger", he said with a broad smile on his face. "Hello you", I said smiling back. "This is gonna be the best wedding ever", he said. Oh yes it is

After various bad things happened to him, Eros suddenly came like an angel and offered to help him. "It's up to you to pretend to be my wife or whatever, as long as we get married and everyone knows you're my wife," Eros continued, this time Alea nodded her head firmly. He was completely sure and agreed with Eros’s offer. Compared to marrying an old man who has many wives, Alea prefers to marry a stranger she just met on the street. Eros stretched out his hand, intending to invite Alea to shake hands. Nervously, Alea returned Eros's handshake and agreed to the agreement between them. "Then, today we are shopping for clothes and your needs. Then fitting our wedding clothes." After saying that

He kept his eyes on the road, his tone distant. Sophia could see the discomfort flicker across his face. A pang of guilt gripped her as she realized she had probably put this innocent stranger into a tight corner with her burden. But his words rang in her ears once again and she began to wonder why Liam had agreed to this unplanned marriage. Was it just pity or something more? Who would agree to such bizarre conditions all in the name of ‘helping’ someone? Especially someone who was a total stranger. She didn't know if he was her savior or the beginning of another nightmare. Also, she couldn't tell which version of him was real—the stern stranger, the reluctant groom, or the man who almost s

“I looked for you everywhere.” “Let me go right now!” she shouted, pushing him away with all her strength, but the man barely stepped back. Megan swore she would never look into those eyes again, that she would never let that man touch her ever once more. If this were a nightmare, she wanted to run and scream so someone could save her from this hell. Her cheeks burned like embers, and tears of rage and disappointment streamed down her face. “Why are you acting like this, Megan?” the man asked, opening his arms, his expression disappointed. “Why are you treating your husband like a stranger?”

The stranger's voice came again, this time demanding and louder. I shuddered as I scribbled on the papers, guilt ripping my insides. I was happily married to Michael but here I was, signing a contract marriage with a stranger. This wasn't a choice, it was out of desperation. After my husband got involved in an accident,bills started piling up. Insurance failed us, and my job as a bartender did little to help. Then I met him–Henry Ford. The stranger who offered to help me out but not without a price–a marriage of convenience. I'd pretend to be his wife for a year.

"And she just... agreed to marry a stranger?" "Business marriage. Merger of companies. It's not uncommon in certain circles." "Did she run? Is that why I ended up here instead?" His jaw tightened. "Apparently." Luna studied him across the candlelight. "Has anyone ever told you no before?" "Frequently. Just not publicly." He refilled their glasses. "Your turn." "My turn for what?" "Tell me about Luna Reyes. The real one." She tensed. "Why?" "If we're going to sell this marriage, I need to know who I'm married to."

'' 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.

“We already discussed the terms.” I swallowed hard. I was doing this to reclaim my mother’s inheritance. To take back what they tried to steal from me. “Shall we shake hands, new husband?” I asked, holding my palm out, masking the ache in my heart. He took my hand. “Yes, lovely wife. Do you see?” Three hours later, we stood at the city hall. The documents were signed. My name… and his… sealed in ink. I stared at the page, heart hammering. I had just married a stranger. A stranger whose species I didn’t even know.

"Alan, now that Amy's out of the picture, can you finally be with Eden? I remember how close you two used to be!" Eden, supported by Hank as they slowly made their way home, looked at me with hopeful eyes. I wanted to say yes, that I could finally be with her. But the words wouldn't come. Frustration tightened around me like a noose. I stepped outside, desperate for air, and that was when the sharp pain hit, tearing through my chest. The pain was unbearable. I collapsed to my knees as I fought to stay conscious. What was happening? Why was my body wracked with such blinding agony? Had the mate bond been broken? No, that couldn't be. Amy loved me too much to break our bond.

“Fuck… someone, anyone…” Then I remembered: I had the internet. Desperate, shaking hands fumbled for the laptop across from the bed. My fingers hovered over the trackpad, and when the screen lit up, my blood ran cold. A video was trending with millions of views and comments pouring in like acid. I was kissing a stranger. My lips pressed to his, my memory came back in shards. The whiskey haze, the night, the words spilling out of my mouth: “Kiss me… at my husband’s wedding.”