Accidentally Married Novelas e Histórias

I replied in a low voice. “Sometimes we don't always get what we wish for,” I mumbled under my breath. I've always dreamt of a peaceful and loving marriage where I'd live happily with my husband and kids, with Malcolm as the husband of course. But I got the opposite. “Was there any abuse or cheating? I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions. We should probably stop here.” “It's nothing. Malcolm did not hit me. It just didn't work out.” I knew I was omitting many parts of the story. But still, my marriage with Malcolm did not work out.

Not only have I inconvenient him, but now I have him bonded to me in marriage. Absolutely ridiculous. I tilt my head back down as soon as my gaze catches the clothes I'm wearing. Out of sheer curiosity, I ask. “If we got married, did we…did we have sex then?” He doesn't say a word. It makes me dart my eyes back to his face, fear crawling slowly at the thought of another stupid thing that I must have done in my drunken state. A marriage should have a remedy, which is annulment. But having sex with him is the worst.

Was this old biddy actually serious? "L-look, there's been a huge misunderstanding," Ava sputtered, searching for a reasonable explanation to latch onto. "I'm nobody's wife. This was all just a crazy, drunken mistake!" The woman's withering look bordered on contempt. "I'm well aware of the circumstances behind your sham marriage. But I warn you, Mrs. Reynolds, flouting the terms could have severe consequences." "Consequences? What the hell are you talking about?" Ava's anxiety levels rocketed into the stratosphere. How had a dumb, impulsive decision in a cheesy Vegas chapel spiraled so horrifyingly out of control?

Graham did hand gestures, adding, “Okay, sure, it was an accident. But not all accidents are bad. Some accidents turn out to be… the best decisions you never planned. Think about it. We met by chance, at least I never planned the kids, and now here we are, married without even trying.” “Of course, I had planned to propose. I want a grand wedding, but it’s like fate was working overtime. Some people chase destiny their whole lives. Ours just… fast-tracked it with a paperwork mix-up.” “I think it’s great!” Graham turned to the kids, asking, “Right, kids? I’m officially your daddy, and your mother’s husband!” “It’s great!” Eden exclaimed. “We love it!” Elliott echoed. Later that night, Elise an

All I ever saw was our happy-ever-after. “Now, you are asking what you got yourself into?” The sarcasm in his voice was unmistakable, but there was no mistaking the logic there. First, my groom ran out of me. Second, I married his brother accidentally, third, I was ostracized by the people in Damon’s circle, and now this… I am implicated in something that may very well backfire on me. “That was unfair!” I got out with enough indignation, even when my voice shook dismally.

Because I was so blind in love, I handled everything for him after our honeymoon and remained a housewife. I was a fool not to heed everyone's warnings. To think of it, he didn’t even publicize our marriage, as only family and friends knew. I didn’t complain back then, as I loved him and believed his lies about not wanting to draw unwanted public scrutiny. Security!" I heard him call out, his voice dripping with malice. "Get her out of here." My security! Chasing me out of my house! I was dragged away, my voice trailing off as I realized the extent of my mistake. I had played a key role in my downfall, and now, I was pregnant and sick, my marriage a lost cause.

Slowly, I crossed the room and slipped my arms around his waist from behind. “You’re not weak,” I whispered. “You’ve never been weak.” He let out a shaky breath, leaning back into me. For once, Damien Cross, the untouchable billionaire, allowed himself to be held. And in that moment, I realized just how much he trusted me. How much he needed me. Our marriage wasn’t born of love, but it had grown into something stronger than either of us expected. Something unshakable. The world saw a power couple. But we knew the truth. We were just two men who had clawed their way through betrayal, grief, and bloodlines determined to destroy us and somehow, we had found each other in the wreckage.

“You do this to yourself. You’ve got to stop blaming everyone else for your problems.” He chuckled and leaned back. “Are you trying to say that you marrying my girlfriend is right?” “Look, I’m not telling you anything other than the fact that you two are adults who are free to go with anyone out there. She was not engaged to anyone and she wasn’t dating. Of course I would have her. We got married and suddenly you’re mad at me. Don’t you act like you’re innocent either. You were playing Amelia and Audrey.” “What?!” “You knew they were sisters and you still went on to engage one while keeping the other by the side. That was wrong.”

Although she was skeptical with the guy, at least he was not blind to see how rude that woman was towards her, unlike her husband. Inwardly, she was cursing Gabriel. That guy. Obviously, his childhood friend was more important to him than her who he had just met and accidentally married. Come to think about it, Gabriel didn’t even explain to her as to why there was a rumor circulating that they were already engaged. That's probably because that rumor was likely true and he was just keeping it from her to make her sign the agreement. Thinking about it, Sabrina curled her fingers into fists. ‘This is just fake marriage anyway,’ she reminded herself.

Shit. I had been so consumed by my project that I completely forgot about the contract. Snatching a plain sheet, I started scribbling down anything that came to mind. I had watched enough dramas and read plenty of novels on the topic—never once imagining I’d end up in such a predicament myself. "Accidentally married to your cold boss." I smirked at my own bitter amusement as I drafted more conditions, my mind flipping between logic and sheer desperation. Just as I was getting into it, the door creaked open.