All Chapters of Marry Me, Stranger: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 “Do you, Isabelle Denise Nolasco, accept Zyrone Alexander Craig as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?” ani Judge Rafanan, ang matandang judge na may-ari ng bahay kung saan sila naroon ngayon.Lumunok si Belle, bahagyang inirapan ang lalaking kaharap niya at kasalukuyang may hawak-hawak ng kanyang kamay.Five days ago, kung hahawakan siya nang gano’n ni Zyrone baka nasampal na niya ito. Elista ito e, mayaman, larger than life. Idagdag pa na suplado ito at antipatiko. In short, allergic siya rito.At kung paanong five days ago ganoon ang nararamdaman niya para dito at kung bakit ngayon naman ay ikinakasal siya rito, hindi niya alam. Baka nabaliw na siya habang nagtatago silang dalawa sa Sitio Teppang. Malayo roon e, liblib. Wala ring signal. Baka hindi kinaya ng braincells niya ang ilang araw nilang pananatili roon kaya ngayon pumay

 Hindi mapakali si Belle sa upuan niya sa simbahan. Paano, halos isang oras nang late ang model/actress na si Audrey Enriquez, ang bride ni Zyrone. At ewan niya kung hanggang kailan siya makakatagal doon. Malapit na siyang ma-suffocate sa dami nang mayayaman na naroon. Even with her perfect dress and make-up, she can still feel the fact that she doesn’t belong to that crowd. At lalo lang siyang naiirita sa isiping iyon.Hanggang ngayon talaga hindi niya pa rin naiintindihan ang mga social classes. Bakit kailangang may social classes e wala naman talagang pagkakaiba ang bawat tao? And when did damn wealth become the damn basis of human worth?She rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and tried to fill her lungs with air. For now, that’s the only thing she can do to calm herself down. Iniisip na lang niya na ang lahat ng pagtitiis niyang iyon ay para kay Lee Ann, her bestfriend.Maya-maya pa, tumindi ang bulung-bulungan sa loob ng simbahan,

 Mahigpit na ikinapit ni Belle ang isang kamay niya sa guard rail ng staircase. Bahagya siyang yumuko at itinukod naman ang isang kamay niya sa  kanyang binti at doon naghabol ng hininga.“Sa ngalan ng pera at pahinga. Sa ngalan ng pera… at pahinga,” paulit-ulit niyang bulong, hinihingal pa rin. She needed to tell that to herself kasi kung siya ang tatanungin, ayaw na niyang magpatuloy.Suko na siyang talaga sa kahibangan ng araw na iyon! E kaso ambisyosa siya. Gusto niyang sumuweldo nang walang ginagawa kaya kahit na nanginginig na ang mga binti niya, sige pa rin siya sa pag-akyat makarating lang sa lintek na penthouse ni Zyrone.She would’ve taken the lift, kaso ang sabi ni Marie, isa sa mga hotel maid na nakausap niya kanina sa ibaba ng hotel,  mula raw 10th floor, mahigpit na ang security ng hotel. Utos daw iyon ni Zyrone upang maiwasan ang unnecessary media presence sa hotel. At dahil wala siyang ch

 Humigpit ang hawak ni Zyrone sa manibela ng sasakyan. He took in a sharp breath and focused on what he was doing—driving the hell out of the place as far away as he could. He was trying to rein in his anger for the writer who posed as his employee.What’s her real name again?Belle.Right. Belle Nolasco.How dare she invade his privacy? Going through such length as disguising as his employee just to get a story about him being ditched by Audrey.He scoffed.That’s why he doesn’t trust any of these people from the media. They’d pose as your friends and tell the world your secrets. They are all natural liars!And he can’t believe he’d almost allow one to pry into his life with ease!He raked his fingers through his hair. Belle Nolasco is the least of her concerns now. Ang dapat na iniisip niya, kung saan siya pupunta at pansamantalang magtatago—malayo sa mga magulang n

 “Tell me something about yourself,” ani Zyrone sa kanya, ang mga mata nasa daan pa rin.They were still driving into the night to wherever but the only difference was, she’s now holding onto a siopao and a bottle of water. Dumaan sila sa isang bus stop na nadaanan nila at doon sila bumili ng pagkain. She’s thankful that the bus stop have a 24/7 souvenir shop and selling some shirts and shorts. Doon niya nalaman na nasa Pangasinan na pala sila. She bought themselves a pair of shirt and shorts. Doon na rin sila nagpalit ng damit. Mabuti na lang at hindi sila masyadong namukhaan ng mga tao na naroon sa bus stop kaya nagawa niya nang maayos ang pakay niya roon. And now she’s happily munching on her siopao and doesn’t care less to where they are going.“Well you already know my name and my profession. I’m 26 years old. Single but not ready to mingle. What about you?” kaswal na sagot niya bago muling kumagat