Novel & Cerita Married To The Unknown

"Hello, grandma, It's been an honor that, at last, I finally meet you. My name is Leonard Lee." I signaled him not to continue what he was doing. I don't want him to be the first one to tell grandma. I'm afraid grandma would resent me, but he did not stop. Instead, he continued speaking, "I won't beat around the bush anymore. I want you to know that we came here today because we had something to tell you. I hope you won't get mad, I know it's sudden, but I hope you understand that we love each other." I've been swallowed my saliva a few times because of nervousness. I don't feel like the outcome is good. "The truth is we got married already," he added.

The see of people coming and going as they take their seats doesn’t let me have a look at my future husband. I have to admit the wedding planner did a superb job: our garden looks like a magical fairy tale with fairy lights all over the tent and a beautiful arch made of flowers on the far end of the garden, where I am going to join my life with a complete stranger. I don’t even know his name, we just call him Nikolay's son, no one bother to ask what his name was because it wasn’t important. We are getting married no matter what, his name, physical appearance, and every other detail about him is irrelevant; it won’t change anything. I am doomed to enter this marriage.

“He didn’t know that I am married—” “What the fuck?” he roared. His expression twisted into anger. “You’re fucking married? To whom? Then you slept with another man?” “Language, young man. You are completely off the base.” “Is that why you disappeared?” he continued throwing questions. “Because your daddy dearest didn’t approve your groom, then you flew to Vegas and married the man you barely knew, right? Like in dark twisted romance novels!” “I married Keene for some reason.”

Well now I know that my name is September Wilson but still. I need answers to my unasked questions. But I am scared to ask. I don't want to face the reality. Maybe I am scared to accept the fact that I am married. All I know is I had an accident and now I am married to a man about whom I am completely oblivious. Was I happily married to him? What about my family? My carrier? My friends? Who will answer me? " September." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came to me. I averted my eyes only to find him walking to me with a tray in his hand.

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

"Unbelievable. If I hadn't seen this with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe a woman like this actually existed. She stuck it out through the hard years, and now that the money's rolling in, she wants a divorce?" "She obviously has another man. She probably couldn't keep it in her pants after the pregnancy, and her husband wasn't enough anymore." "You know what, that actually makes sense. I feel sorry for the guy. Imagine when that kid grows up and finds out what kind of mother he has. It'll be humiliating." I was drowning in the noise when my parents arrived with Adam. He looked nothing like he had the day before. The anger was gone, replaced by something raw and urgent. He pushed through the

Damien is a very important person, and his marriage is supposed to be the news of the city, but up till now nobody really knows that he is married. She knows that there is something suspicious about both of their marriage, and she’s going to find out what it is so that she can break both of them apart.

Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

Suddenly, I realized how little I knew about the man I had married. I watched the way Eros ignored her. He looked furious as she tagged along, trying hard to get his attention. Did they have a history together? Then why was Eros marrying me? The DJ announced the first dance, and I saw the woman try to pull him into a dance. My heart sank, and I stayed glued to my seat. Didn’t she know he was a married man now? Thankfully, my family still hadn’t seen the ongoing drama. It would break my dad’s heart to know the harsh reality of my complex marriage to a complete stranger.

The line went dead before I could respond. I lowered the phone slowly, my heart racing. Fuck. Uncle Martini was coming here, tomorrow. And he had no idea I was married. Worse, he had no idea who I was married to. My gaze drifted to the staircase, to where Gabriella had disappeared, and I felt a strange pull that he'd probably be pissed knowing I got married to her.