Accidentally Married Novelas e Histórias

“Thank you. You see there's been rumors going around about Mr Aldric's marriage to Miss Elara. That was just a misplacement of names. You see they are identical twins and there was a swap in the names when they went for marriage registration….” I zoned out of what the announcer was saying as I read what was on air. BILLIONAIRE MARRIAGE FINALLY ON TRACK BILLIONAIRE MARRIAGE MISTAKE REVEALED SECRET BEHIND MR ALDRIC HARRISON DIVORCE The headlines were making me dizzy and immediately someone softly took my phone from my hands. I looked up to see Aldric standing there with a smile. “Would…are we going to be okay with this?”

I once assumed that was just how he was, but now I knew that it depended on who sat beside him. I married him at 22. Seven years later, we still had no actual wedding. Even before we got married, I knew there'd always been someone else in his heart. He'd agreed to our marriage just because his grandmother—Eleanor Rhodes—demanded it. Most importantly, the woman he loved had left for abroad. But now, she was back, working as his assistant, always by his side. I drew in a steady breath and fixed the polite smile back on my face.

"Eat. Then take a shower. After that, we change you. Lorraine and Aria were both sitting in the living room, and they both looked upset. "My baby girl is getting married today," Lorraine replied, her voice thick. "Yes, I remember my wedding day," Aria said. "I was scared. I felt sure I was making a mistake. Then I saw Leon, and everything made sense." "Was it a mistake? The clerical error in marriage?" "Best mistake of my life." Aria smiled. "Sometimes the unplanned things are exactly what we need."

“Okay, that tone… spill.” I twist a scarf in my hands, the words heavy. “Liam and I… we were married.” Saying it out loud feels like dropping stones into water. “That spring before the accident. No one knew. It was impulsive, reckless. We loved each other. Or thought we did. And then the crash happened, and he forgot… everything. Even me.” Tara’s mouth falls open. “Anita. Married? To Liam? And you didn’t tell me?” She pulls me onto a bench, gripping my hand. “How did I miss this?”

Aaron looked around for his clothes but only found his shirt which was torn. Amber tied the quilt around herself tightly. "Don't just stand there, go and order some clothes,'' she said before running to the bathroom. While Aaron just sat there on the floor holding his head in his hands thinking about his life choices and what will be other's reaction once they find out that he had another accident. But this time it was an accidental marriage? Meanwhile Amber also leaned again the door and slowly sat down holding her head in her head wanting to just bang something against her head for doing something this stupid.

"That isn't exactly true." "Do you want the truth to be that you got drunk in Las Vegas and woke up married?" The room went silent. I looked away. August's jaw tightened. Esme nodded. "Exactly." She continued. "You were both busy. The company had major projects but still managed to fall in love. You didn't want to turn your marriage into a public spectacle, while still working on your careers." August said nothing. "Then the marriage was accidentally exposed." I glanced at her. "Accidentally?"

The two words landed heavy in the room. "What do you mean you lied?" "The marriage was never truly accidental." His voice stayed low, careful, like the confession cost him something physical to say out loud. "Not entirely. I knew what I was doing when I followed you across that street to the chapel." "You're saying you planned this?" "Not planned." He shook his head. "But I wasn't as drunk as I let you believe. I knew exactly what marrying a stranger meant, legally, permanently, and some part of me wanted it anyway. Wanted you anyway."

My body was still shaking from the frustration, fear, and everything else that had happened. I buried my face against his chest. "I'm so sorry," I said quietly, thinking of how my parents wouldn't be dealing with any of this if it weren't for me. "There is nothing to be sorry about," he said softly. "You are not responsible for any of this." But he was mistaken. I married that bastard and brought him into their lives. Dad said I had no idea things would turn out this way. But Mom had warned me. I should have listened.

All her life, Elara's gold-digging mother treated her like a price tag, constantly arranging husbands for her; usually wealthy, old wolves willing to pay enough for her hand. But Elara never cared about money. She only ever wanted one thing: to marry Derek, the boyfriend she actually loved. So on the night they were supposed to elope, imagine her surprise when she caught him in bed with her mother's precious golden daughter, her own sister, Vivienne. Heartbroken and too exhausted to fight, she returned home only for her mother to immediately announce another wealthy husband. For once, she didn't argue. "Fine. I'll marry him." The next day, numb and barely paying attention, sh

Maria: Two weeks passed quietly. Not empty, not uneventful. Just settled. The kind of settled I used to think only existed for other people — people with uncomplicated lives and emotionally functional relationships and refrigerators covered in vacation magnets. Meanwhile, I had accidentally married a billionaire under contractual circumstances and somehow ended up happy about it. Life was strange. Good. But strange.