Accidentally Married As The Wrong Bride
“I was supposed to marry a broke male model. So why does my marriage certificate have a billionaire’s name on it?”
All Romy Ashcombe wanted was a little publicity.
Dumped in public and struggling to land roles, the aspiring actress agreed to a six-month fake marriage with a model for hire. A few staged photos, some media buzz and, hopefully, the career boost she desperately needed.
But her groom never showed up at the courthouse. Instead, a furious, devastatingly handsome billionaire grabbed her hand, mistook her for the bride his grandmother chose, and refused to hear a word she said.
Ten minutes later, she was Mrs. Evander Pembroke.
Now she’s living in a mansion with a husband who thinks she’s a shameless gold digger, in a marriage no one outside his family can know about. And she’s keeping the biggest secret of all: she’s the wrong woman.
She has to hide it from his grandmother. She has to hide it from the stepsister who set her up, and from the father who thinks she’s in Atlanta. Most of all, she has to hide it from Evander.
But being his wife has its perks. She can finally chase her acting dreams, return to the dress designs she gave up on, and live a life she never imagined.
It also comes with enemies. A runaway bride wants her place back. Her stepsister is out to destroy her career. Her family is hiding secrets darker than hers. And her ex-fiancé? He’s about to find out she’s married to his uncle.
Worst of all, the billionaire who couldn’t stand the sight of her is becoming dangerously possessive.
Can a marriage built on the wrong identity become the love story neither of them saw coming?
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Chapter: The Room With a ViewROMY'S POV"Ma'am," the driver said quietly, "is anyone supposed to be following you today?"I didn't turn around. "Silver Audi?""Yes, ma'am.""No. Nobody is supposed to follow me."He nodded once, and that was all. At the next light he waited until it turned red and then went through it anyway. He took two quick turns into a residential street and a third up a narrow road that climbed into the hills. When I finally looked back, there was nothing behind us but a gardener's truck."Lost him in Bel Air," the driver said. "He'll know which neighborhood, but not which house."That was almost worse. Brice knew I had gone to Bel Air, so Paloma would know within the hour, and Paloma knew I was supposed to be on a plane to Atlanta.The gate opened as soon as we reached it this time, and the guards didn't ask my name. Mrs. Quarles met me at the front door. She smiled warmly, but her eyes went over my face again, slowly, the same careful look she had given me two days before."Welcome home, Mr
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Chapter: The Lie I PackedROMY'S POV"Who's Paloma?" he asked again.He hadn't moved from the end of the hallway, and his voice was quiet, which somehow made it worse."My stepsister," I said."And why are you whispering to your stepsister in my hallway, asking how she could?"I could tell him everything: the fake groom, the stolen savings and the courthouse. I opened my mouth to say it."Let me guess." He came closer, slowly. "She's the one who introduced you to my grandmother. And now that you've landed me, she wants her cut.""That's not what happened.""Then what happened?""If you would just listen to me for two minutes...""I've listened to you for two days." He stopped in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to see his face. "Here's what's going to happen, and then you can call whoever you like."He held up one finger."Nobody outside this family knows about this marriage. Not your friends, not your sister and not the press. If I read about it online, the contract is over and you ge
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Chapter: Cut the CrapROMY'S POVI didn't sleep at all that night. I lay awake staring at the photo until three in the morning, and then I deleted it, and then I wished I hadn't.Paloma had to be behind it. She had laughed too hard when I said Brice didn't show up, and she had wanted that lipstick far too badly.So at ten the next morning, I took a taxi to Bel Air.The Pembroke Residence wasn't a house you could see from the road. There was a black iron gate, a long wall covered in ivy and a guardhouse with two men in dark suits who watched the taxi pull up without blinking.I rolled down the window. "Hi. I'm here to see Mr. Pembroke.""Name?""Romilly Ashcombe."The guard checked his tablet, and then he checked it again. "You're not on the list.""I know, but I was told to come in three days, and I need to speak to him today. It's important.""Ma'am, nobody gets through this gate without clearance.""Can you call him? Please. Tell him it's the woman from the courthouse."The guards looked at each other, a
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Chapter: Three DaysROMY'S POVI was halfway down the courthouse steps when someone called after me."Miss! Please, wait."A slim man in a gray suit caught up with me, out of breath, and pressed a black card into my hand."I'm Hollis. I work for Mr. President." He was already backing away. "He expects you at the residence in three days. Bring your things, and please don't be late. He hates that.""Wait, I need to explain.."But he was jogging toward a black car, and it pulled away before he had even shut the door.The card had a silver address printed on it and nothing else. Pembroke Residence, Bel Air.I took the bus home because my phone was dead, and a woman across the aisle kept staring at my white dress. I folded the certificate small and pushed it to the bottom of my bag.The bus dropped me two blocks from our house in Hancock Park, and I walked the rest of the way with my heels in my hand. Paloma was waiting for me in the sitting room, stretched out on the sofa with her feet on a cushion that used
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Chapter: The Wrong GroomROMY'S POVI paid a man five thousand dollars to marry me, and he didn't even have the decency to show up.I had been standing outside the marriage license office of the Los Angeles County courthouse for two hours in a white dress I had altered myself the night before, and my groom was still not here. My thumb tapped the screen of my phone. I dialed him again, and it went straight to voicemail without a single ring."Hey, it's Brice. Leave a message.""Brice, it's Romy. I'm still at the courthouse. Please, just text me back."My battery dropped to nine percent. Four couples had arrived after me, signed their paperwork, and left as husband and wife. The security guard near the double doors had stopped pretending not to stare at me. I knew what I looked like standing there: a woman in a white dress, completely alone, checking her phone every thirty seconds. A woman who had been stood up in a public building on a Tuesday morning.The worst part of it was that none of it was supposed to b
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