Marry My Husband 소설 & 이야기

In between whimpers, I managed to shake my head negatively. He should call a doctor for heaven's sake! I didn't want to die! “C–c–call a d–doc–” “Oh! I have to be your husband before fucking you?” He grabbed my waist. “Let's get married.”

“I need to project stability. Commitment. And I’ve figured out the fastest way to do it.” She gives me a look. “So you were being serious when you asked me to marry you?” “Yep.” I take a breath. “We could do it. You and me I know we can." I said desperate to convince her. She just blinks at me. No reaction. Just wide, stunned silence. “Just for a few months,” I add quickly. “We fake-date, do some public appearances, make it look real. Then we announce an engagement before the end of the quarter.”

At least that was what she thinks. But she was asking who I was. This wasn’t how I envisioned this to be. I had many expectations but definitely not this. She looks up at me with those adorable doe eyes that gets me weak in the knees and I melt internally. absolutely awestruck. “Baby, I’m your husband,” I replied her as she stands, still confused. Was I missing something here? Did I not fit the description, if there was any. “I am Adrian Maserati, the man you’d be getting married to tomorrow,” I explained, “Is something wrong, my love?”

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

“I, Everly, take you, Theodore, as my husband, and I offer you this ring to wear as a symbol of our unbreakable bond. It is a reminder of my eternal faith and unwavering dedication. I will cherish you forever more.” “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride”, the priest says, and Theodore takes one step closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him as he leans closer and seals his lips on mine. I feel my legs become jello as I melt into his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck and breathing him in. Oh fuck.

"Only married fathers have those kinds of rights." "Then I’ll marry you."

Standing up he walked towards her while with every word he emitted, she could hear them clearly, "You have two options. Either marry me... Or die." "What???"

“I want to do that too.” “Huh? What?” “Hold my husband's hands. Just like that.” I replied, my eyes still on the couple. “Let's get married.” His words made me look back at him immediately. “What?” “You and I. Let's get married.” “Right now?” I asked, bewildered because what the fuck? Who makes a decision like that? “Yes, right now.” “What? Wait. Why?” “You want to get married. You want to hold your husband's hands that way, with so much love.”

"I think you haven't heard what I just said. I am not your property. You cannot tell me what to do and what not to do" I said emphasizing each word and pulling my hand back from his hold but in return, he made it tighter and yanked me towards him. I was struggling to free my hand when he yelled at me. "Enough of this drama. I guess it is of no use now" he said snapping his eyes at me that hold expressions that were opposite to what he generally holds. "We are going to marry tomorrow" "Excuse me" "I guess my dear future wife has some problem in hearing. I said that WE ARE GOING TO MARRY TOMORROW"