Happy Mistake Novels & Stories

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

“Mum. I’m sorry—” “You’re sorry? You think a simple sorry will fix the damage and embarrassment you have caused this family?” She states, staring at me with such disappointment. “Do you have any idea how appalled I was to see my daughter, my Shayla, all over the magazines in the arms of some boy, kissing like an adolescent teenager? Not only did you disgrace this family, but you broke our trust.”

Astrid I've always held back my tears, but today, it feels good letting them out. They spill down my cheeks, hot and fast, but the release they bring is quiet. I didn’t even realize I was this overwhelmed—not until the move I’d practiced for weeks went wrong. I’d done it a hundred times. But then I missed the timing and stumbled into Harry’s soft punch, and that’s when something inside me just broke. It’s not just the mistake—it’s what the mistake signifies.

"It was a mistake from our end,I-i- Don't also understand how that happened but we are very sorry for any inconveniences i-" "Are you kidding me, I am pregnant! I didn't take the wrong pill for you to call that an inconvenience. Are you shitting me right now! A fucking mistake I am pregnant because of you,I lost my boyfriend because of you hell I even lost my best friend and you're calling it an inconvenience man you need to be sacked and burnt alive!"

But if I were to go back even further, to watch a life fade away before my eyes, I think, even knowing the outcome, I probably still would have reached out and taken that battered werewolf home. After a long silence, Eric looked at my calm face, and a pained smile twisted his lips, uglier than tears. "Sera, I still owe you an apology." I failed you, I hurt you. I'm sorry. I listened quietly, without responding, without expression. The alert signaling the end of the call time sounded. I put down the receiver, turned, and walked away without looking back. My future stretched out before me—bright, uncharted, and full of promise.

Memorized every detail. The way her hair caught sunlight. The paint smudge on her cheek. The happiness in her eyes. Happiness he'd destroyed. His thumb moved. Found her contact. Her name right there. One tap away. He could call. Tell her he was sorry. Tell her the truth. That he didn't mean any of it. That the painting wasn't a mistake. That she was never a mistake. His thumb hovered over her name. For five seconds. Ten. Twenty. Then he backed out. Went to the photo again.

From enslaving four million children permanently. Hope sat quietly during the flight. Staring at the temperature gauge. Watching it rise slowly. Inevitably. Toward the point where the reversal sequence would fail. "I am sorry," she said suddenly. Not to anyone in particular. Just to the universe. "I am sorry for what I did. For what I almost did. For being what Marcus made me." Damien put his arm around her. "You were a child. You were programmed. You were used. None of this is your fault."

He was given two choices—death and a life worse than death; he chose the former. Hazel and the others' faces turned even paler upon that realization. Regret alone wasn't the worst part of the toxic concoction of it all. The worst part was that they had finally woken up to reality, but it was too late. They wanted to make things right, but the person they needed to make it up to wasn't there anymore. That was what truly hurt. "Go… Hurry… If you wait any longer, it'll be too late!" Suddenly, urgent shouts came from outside the villa, along with the rumble of moving trucks passing by.

"What?" the word left his mouth quicker than he thought. "I am so sorry sir, I hope I did not make a mistake" Aletta was confident in herself. There was no way he wouldn't buy this. She was so embarrassed that she feared for her life and job. "You made a mistake," Joshua said again letting his emotions rule him. "I did?" she asked shocked. "I am usually very well composed when I drink or so I hear" she added the last part quickly in case he doubts the credibility of her statement.

Regina listened attentively, her gaze unwavering and her heart open to her daughter's pain. Regina's gaze remained soft and understanding as Vivian poured out her heart. When Vivian finally paused, her mother's words were a soothing balm to her wounded soul. "My dear, life has taught me that making a mistake doesn't make you a bad person," Regina began, her voice gentle but firm. "It's the choices we make after that mistake, the actions we take to make amends and grow from it, that truly defines our character." Vivian absorbed her mother's wisdom, finding solace in her words. Regina's experience and perspective offered a guiding light in the midst of her turmoil.