Who Did Coriolanus Snow Marry Novels & Stories

My chest tightened painfully. "He promised you a future." His jaw clenched. "But when the war ended, he abandoned you." My mind flashed with broken images. It was a battlefield soaked in blood and a sword slipping from my fingers. Darian turned away from me... walking toward the noblewoman waiting behind him. "He married her," Lucretius said. "For alliance." My breath trembled. "And Cedric." My stomach twisted violently. "You were Luna then." Moonlight. A ceremony. A crown was placed on another woman's head.

Giovanna shrugged, leaning her head on my shoulder. “We went out. And he sang me the most beautiful song.” She sighed, making Stella squeal and Hellene’s jaw tick. “Oh, I can already see it on the invitations! Giovanna Persephone Donatello and Raphael Yves, joined together in holy matrimony! I’ll finally be able to brag about one of my daughters getting married!” She said happily, clasping her hands together and holding them against her chest while Giovanna shrunk back in a blush. I noticed Hellene’s expression darken even more and obvious anger developing on her features.

Corinne had heard Anna mention this before, but as far as she remembered, the man who sent the gifts never actually mentioned which Lazaro family member he was going to marry. "Are you sure that’s really for you?" Corinne smirked. "Or maybe you’re just assuming, Marcella? We both know how much of a social climber you are," she added. Anna grabbed her friend's arm to calm her down. Marcella stepped closer to Corinne, her face red with anger. "Marcella, if you have nothing better to do..." Anna pointed to the door. "Leave!" "Ha! Subordinate..." Corinne muttered sarcastically.

he said, standing at the foot of the stairs, “I make my choice clear. Not the jewel polished for display. Not the pawn offered for alliance. My bride is Ciara O’Connell.” The words froze me mid-step. My breath caught, the world tilting beneath me. Every head turned upward. The Riccis’ faces lit with joy, their smiles wide, their eyes welcoming. Salvatore’s nod was sharp, Kat’s hand pressed to her lips in astonishment, Jace and Koda leaning forward with quiet approval.

"I heard Gabriella is now the soon-to-be wife of Simon," The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, the weight of the statement causing a ripple of emotions. Rosella's sheepish look, paired with her words, spoke of a mingling of pride and perhaps even a touch of self-deprecating humor. "Yeah, she got herself a huge jackpot there," Rosella's admission carried a note of amusement, her words a testament to her candid approach to life. "Good for her, I guess," Roberto said.

Considering how prideful Snow was, very few men caught Snow’s attention, much less a man like this. Worried that Kiran was going to let the cat out of the bag, Snow said, “Fabian, I already told you plenty of times that we can never be together. I’ll have you know that I just got married to my fiance today.” Fabian smiled confidently. “Snow, you can’t deceive me. You don’t even have a boyfriend, much less a fiance. And you got married? Are you going to tell me you have children next?” Snow pushed Kiran forward and said resolutely, “He’s my legally married husband.”

“ I am so happy for both of you. I never thought I would see the day Nikolai would love anyone as much he loved his work, you know. We were all shocked to see him married. “ He said. I knew he was referring to the other dons. He and Esposito were the only dons we had invited to our second wedding. “ Really? “I asked, remembering what Viv had said. She had said almost the same thing. “ Yes. I hope my son has the same fate. “ Romano said. Instinctively, we both looked to where he was to see him dancing with Corinna. They were laughing, much to our surprise. We expected to see them flirting. I was just as shocked as Romano. “ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assista

“Technically, you’re not. You married Livia Brown, her fake identity. Her name is Ottavia Rossi. So, pipe down, soldier.” He said with the most smug smile that he could possibly have on his face. I wanted to hit him until I knocked his teeth out.

Ronan’s eyes burned with disbelief and a tinge of betrayal as he stared at his best friend across the mahogany desk. “Are you seriously asking me that question right now?” Ronan said, his voice sharp, almost slicing through the silence. “After everything you did to her—how could you still show your face to her, let alone marry her?” Cross met his friend’s gaze, his face unreadable. That stoic calm—the Cross Dejeva signature. But Ronan wasn't buying it. “I never expected this from you, Cross. Not this,” Ronan continued, rising slightly from his seat as if the weight of his indignation couldn’t be contained. “You married her. Marceline. And what shocks me more? She agreed to marry you. You, of

Some part of her had known since the car on the footage didn’t feel like Damian. There was a long pause on the line, the kind that told her whatever came next would change everything again. The kind of pause that rewrote families. “It’s registered to Margaret Cole,” Marcus said quietly. “Your mother-in-law has been funding Vivian Snow since before you and Damian were even married.” Elena’s eyes lifted slowly to Damian’s face, watching the color drain from it in real time, watching him understand in the space of a single sentence that the architect of his ruined marriage had been sitting across from him at every family dinner for years, calling herself his mother.