번개결혼 소설 & 이야기

I don’t really know what happened and how I woke up to be here, but I was so sure there’s some strange connection between I and that strange pervert, even though I would hate to admit it. “I don’t know what he sees in you. You’re just some sick girl from the ghetto. Well, he promised to divorce you after some months, I can’t believe he gave out his jersey that I got him for his birthday to a low life cunt.” A low life? I scoffed shaking my head. Wait, what did she mean by divorce me? Are they playing games with me? No, I wouldn’t believe what this seemingly insane girl is saying. No, I refuse to believe I got forced into early marriage. Fuck! I’m just seventeen!

He was still a man of few words, but the way he looked at me was warmer than before. He began to allow me to participate in more things. Yet, I could vaguely feel that he seemed busier than before. It seemed as if he were planning something. Then, one evening, he came to me with a report. "Sylvia," he began. "I found it." I snapped my head up. "Found what?" "A new treatment plan." He handed the report to me. "There's a medical team abroad. The success rate is… very high." "Really? That's wonderful, Mr. Blackwood!" I was so excited my voice trembled.

I would love to hear something like that. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, tonight is the post-coronation party for my son, our Gladiolus King, Vayden Bevine." Vexon continued, "The Gladiolus and the Blemish have shared a great bond for the past twenty-six years and we hope it will stay that way for years to come. On this occasion, the Bevines and the Nivekles have decided to merge our two gangs. Thus, we are announcing the marriage of Vayden Bevine and Viana Nivekle. The wedding papers will be signed at midnight." As Vexon ended his speech, I stood dumbstruck. I was wondering if I heard him correctly.

Just let the words sit there between us, casual and unbothered, as though he hadn't spent yesterday drugged at an auction, then married me in a government office, then sent me home in one of his cars like a package that had been delivered to the wrong address. "I'm sorry?" I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "Zane. We got married yesterday." "Contract marriage." He turned a page. "Which means Monday still follows Sunday." "Normally—" I set my bag down on the chair across from his desk, "—after a wedding, there is a honeymoon. There is a period of adjustment. There is, at minimum, a morning where no one expects you to answer emails before nine a.m.—" "It's nine fourteen."

"Chronic pain? Have you ever thought about how a seriously ill man manages to study abroad in a foreign country?" I slapped screenshots of Hayden's social media posts right in front of Lilith. "You've never seen these, have you? Hayden returned to Valoria a long time ago. Thanks to you, he bought four apartments, married three times, has a 15-year-old kid, and has multiple illegitimate children.

His face showed that he wasn't happy with his grandfather's request. "And you said yes?" I asked. "I couldn't say no to him, you know that. He'll just keep pestering me." I slightly smiled, knowing he saw it. "Maggie, just to remind you, we have our agreement, okay? We may be married, but you know why I agreed to marry you. We'll file for annulment once the company is transferred to my name." With what he said, my smile slowly faded away.

*** Next morning, I cracked the door for my run—boom, Beatrice was right there. "I knew you'd be up early. Got up at four to make ravioli and cream soup. You can eat after your run." "No thanks. I'm not dragging out drama with an ex. My girlfriend wouldn't like it." I brushed past. She just smiled, unfazed. "Please. I asked around—you came back alone." "I'm not lying. She's military. We need clearance to marry. Once it's approved, she'll be here." Leona's status made the paperwork slower than most. A small hiccup forced her to resubmit, which delayed everything.

A few months later, “I, Massimo Francesco Alonso, commit myself to you, Abigail Laurentia Verz, as my wife to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect you in everything as an equal partner, in the knowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun. We tie these knots to symbolize our connection to one another. They represent our trust in each other and our combined strength together."

I said, and my voice shook, “I have been staying silent. I have been acting like everything is fine, like we are strong, like our marriage is something real. But the truth is that my marriage to Dylan is a sham.” My mother’s hand froze in the air. My father stared at me like he did not understand the words. He leaned forward. “Eva, what do you mean by a sham. Speak clearly.” I pressed my palms together, trying to hold myself steady. “We are not even registered as husband and wife. The marriage does not exist legally. We did a ceremony, yes, but we never signed the documents. We never finished it. So what am I? What does that make me?”