Why Did I Get Married 1 And 2 Novels & Stories

But I didn’t know how to say it. “Why…” I began rubbing my palm on my skirt. The question hung on my tongue, but his blue eyes burning into mine seemed to pin the question down. “Why?” He drawled, copying my unsure tone. “W-why did you want to get m-married to her in the first place?” I sputtered, and the wrong question came tumbling out of my mouth. “It was purely business. Our marriage would have merged her father’s and my business together and been beneficial to both parties.”

This news destroyed Ian. Ian dashed madly into my office. "Are you really getting married?" His eyes were red as he stared at me like a beast that had been cornered. "Why are you rushing into it? This is revenge against me, isn't it?" I put my documents down on the table and looked at him calmly. "I'm not taking revenge against you, Ian. I'm just serious about starting a new life, a life without you in it." Ian stumbled. "No… I don't believe you… You're not allowed to marry another man! You're mine! You can only be mine!" He suddenly lunged forward in an attempt to hug me.

We waited for this day to happen. Almost all of us in the house were excited as well. I can't help but feel happy about our wedding. The first two times we got married, I wasn’t that happy. At first, I was too confused that I'll be marrying him, the second time I feel like it was not worth it because I thought Marissa and him were dating. Now, I'm going to finally marry him without thinking of anything. I'm just really excited because this will be my dream wedding. And now here we are, the days passed by so fast and we're here. We will get married again.

He took a deep breath, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “I love you,” he said. The words hung in the air, heavy and absolute. “I love you so much it terrifies me,” he continued. “I look at you, and I see the only real thing in my life.” Aria blinked. She hadn't expected that. “I… I love you too, Damian.” Damian smiled, but it was a sad, wistful smile. “Let’s get married,” he said. Aria froze. She laughed nervously, a short, breathless sound. “Damian, you’re tired. We are married. We have the certificate. We have the rings.”

"You're married?" Lionel swallowed hard and tried to explain, "Lindsay, I—" "You lied to me?" Lindsay stood up, her voice trembling. "You said you lived alone and had never been married. You also said that you loved me and wanted to build something real with me. Lionel, which part of any of that was true?" I looked up at the ranking hovering above Lionel's head. Lindsay was still in first place, while Mom and I were in second and third, respectively. How ridiculous.

“Anyway, when I had that dream, I thought it was just my subconscious trying to compensate me for the nightmare I was going through in my waking life. But that wasn’t it. The dream was about this very moment.” “Wait, does that mean that we were meant to get married?” Kate asked. “The dream probably wasn’t about me.” “Why not? You’re here with me now, aren’t you?” Kate smiled at Tony and said, “You’re forgetting that the only reason I married you was to escape from Sommerville and save my parents from a scandal. I wouldn’t have married you if I hadn’t gotten pregnant out of wedlock.” “Then perhaps you were meant to,” Tony insisted. “I believe everything that led us to each other were carefull

immediately defined our respective statuses. Jessica, standing beside him, not only offered no explanation but instead glared at me with a threatening look. I understood immediately. It was a look that told me to shut up. During the three years that we had been together, the only time the usually mild-mannered Jessica got truly angry was when she gave me that look. I instinctively fell silent. In the next moment, I laughed self-deprecatingly. My fiancee, my venue, my wedding time—my wife was marrying someone else without a word of explanation. Why should I keep quiet?

My skin burned, but the woman in front of me had hurt me far worse. I wondered, 'Why would she lie to me if she no longer loves me? Did she think I deserved this treatment just because I was a complete doormat in the past? Or is she just worried she's going to lose her free maid and a useful tool to make herself look good in front of her friends?' I looked at her and let out an icy laugh. Then, I asked her, deliberately enunciating each word slowly and clearly, "Did we really get married? Am I really listed as your spouse on your wedding certificate?"

"It was wrong of me, Ella. I made a huge mistake. I was always true to you in the past four years, but I was too materialistic. I shouldn't have looked down on you because I thought you were just an ordinary woman. Let's get married, alright?" I looked down at him coldly. "It's too late, Grayson. I'm already married to Edwin." "You're lying!" Grayson said through clenched teeth. "Even if you did grow up with him, you lost contact for four years, and he only just returned from overseas. How could your relationship develop so fast?"

Legalese, provisions, timelines. "It's real," he stated flatly. "I don't get it," she whispered. "Why me?" Caelan paused. Then sat across from her, his elbows on his knees. "Three reasons," he replied. "First, I have to be married by the end of this quarter. It's part of a trust I'm trying to access—one that will decide the fate of a very big merger." Elira blinked. "And…?" "Second, I require someone who isn't a socialite, or in the tabloids, or trying to make it to the top of my world. You're clean. Invisible. Private."