Ff Married By Accident Novels & Stories

Sad and Heartbroken. After that incident, Rishi unexpectedly confessed to me. our marriage happened just because of that accident. When Mayra broke up with him, he was devastated. But he insisted to marry me. he said he would take my full responsibility when I refused him to do this. He didn’t tell anything to his parents neither did mine. He just put on the marriage proposal. Which was gladly accepted by my parents. His parents were a little skeptical as they knew that Mayra and Rishi were in a relationship but they agreed to this marriage in the end.

Red said sadly. "Why was it canceled?" she asked curiously. Their order arrived, and Red let the waiter put the food on the table first before he answered. "They were supposed to get married two years ago, and then they had some misunderstandings and had a little fight. Faith went to London with her parents. My brother was on his way to the airport to follow Faith to London. Then he had an accident. It was really bad. It almost killed him. I don't know what I would do if that happened. He was in the hospital for three months. Fortunately, little by little he recovered, but after that, he was totally a different person. He didn't continue to follow Faith, even though I know he still loves her

"Your father’s legacy is safe, Ms. Miller." ​As the lawyer walked out, Vivian slumped back into her chair, clutching the signed prenuptial to her heart. She was completely victorious—yet in the quiet room, her mind raced back to the penthouse, and to the quiet husband who had promised her just hours ago that the nightmare would end.

“And I mean everything, Maria. Don’t skip a single heartbeat.” Maria groaned dramatically and flopped beside me. “Do I have to?” “Do birds fly?” I shot back. “Yes, you absolutely have to. Spill the tea, pour the juice, uncork the wine...whatever you want to call it. Just spill it.” She let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. “Okay, okay. It started three days after that whole accusatory incident.” I gasped. “Three days? That’s like microwave-speed romance. Don’t tell me you caught feelings from a trauma bond.”

“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.”

Even if I was angry, even if I was hurt, I wouldn't embarrass myself by not showing up. The hall was full of guests. Family. Allies. Friends. The who's who of the city's underworld. I had imagined this scene so many times during our years together. The ring exchange. The vows. Becoming his wife in front of everyone. Now, I just needed to end it cleanly. I wasn't wearing the engagement dress. Just my regular clothes—a simple blouse and dark pants. I walked toward Felix. He was just getting off the phone. His face was tight with anxiety.

They ordered and sat in uncomfortable silence until the waiter left. "Thanks for coming." Jeff's voice was measured. "I know things have been difficult between us since..." "Since you murdered your wife?" The words came out cold and furious. Jeff's face tightened. "It wasn't like that and you know it. The doctor made a mistake during the surgery. It was a tragic accident." "A convenient accident." Howard muttered, staring at Jeff. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jeff asked in a tight voice. Howard leaned forward and kept his voice low and dangerous. "It means you got exactly what you wanted. Your wife is dead and you are free to marry Irene."

It took him two tries to unfold it fully. [Victor, Perhaps in your heart, my mother and I have always been people who clung to favors for personal gain. But I still want to tell you this. Whether it was my mother's choice back then, or my choice to marry you, neither of us ever did it to demand repayment. You didn't need to go to such lengths, designing those 33 accidents to delay the wedding. If you had simply told me that you loved someone else, I would have left. I'm sorry for trapping you at my side for so many years and for keeping you from pursuing your true love.

“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?”

So, yeah, I knew I screwed badly. I stared at Sadie’s triple-exclamation tirade until the screen dimmed, the faint sound of Misha’s slow breathing anchoring me in the absurdity of it all. ‘Deep breaths,’ I typed. ‘This is not the worst decision I’ve ever made.’ Three dots appeared. ‘You married Misha without talking about it first!’ ‘Okay, fair. But aren't you the one who made me kidnap him in the first place? You were so proud of me, remember?’