Married By Mistake Book Novels & Stories

Her panic filled the room, sharp but I barely looked at her before turning back to the officiant. “There has to be a mistake somewhere. I’d know if I were married.” I said firmly, not out of certainty but at how ridiculous it even sounded. The middle aged man swallowed, visibly nervous now, his fingers shaking as he typed on his computer, likely trying to confirm that he was seeing things. But a second later, he turned the screen slightly toward me to show my marriage status on their database. “Sir, as you can see here,the marriage is registered and legally binding.” “No,” Violet cut in, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she stood. “No, that’s not possible. He’s supposed to be m

She shrugged, fighting against him. “We’re getting married today. Your father agreed.” Chloe stared at him, confusion gripping her. “We made a mistake, and we’re going to pay for it. You’ll be my substitute bride.”

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?

I asked with a smile, gently tickling her tummy. “Ma—ma,” Ashley suddenly said. I kissed her forehead. My smile faltered a little as a wave of sadness swept over me. My wife died giving birth to her. That was the most tragic moment of my life. And now… I’m getting married again. The only reason I agreed to this arranged marriage was because of my daughter. I couldn’t bear the thought of her growing up without a mother. I know what it feels like to grow up with something missing—I never met my own father. He died before I was born. I don't want Ashley to grow up like that. She deserves to feel complete, to have someone she can call Mom.

“I thought it was okay to do that. Many people do it, but just because others do it doesn’t mean I should too. I thought it was normal, that some women do it. I didn’t realize Hubert saw this differently. He was a church boy. He was so proper, and he chose to marry me because he thought I was decent, that I was better than other girls. I disappointed him. I can’t blame him if he hates me. If I were him, I’d do the same.” I don’t want to justify my mistake. “So what now? You don’t have a family, you don’t have anyone to marry, and you don’t have a job. All you have left is me and this tiny room.” I smiled. The important thing is that Gracie is here for me. “I can work in your laundry shop, ri

My gaze flips to the names on the certificate, just as shock spreads over my skin at the realization. My jaws drop, and I shift my gaze to him. This is when I see the ring on his finger. Slowly, I drop my gaze to my own finger to see the same ring. This is what Ryan and I were supposed to exchange after our vows. After he broke up with me in my apartment in New York, he dropped the ring and the marriage license, which were empty. Guilt streams through my gut as I slump to the bed, my mouth agape. I got married? How?

"If I ever see that wretched woman again, I'll make her pay. I'll make her apologize to you! Alright, alright. Don't cry. You can't let this affect the baby." I remembered that Martha had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital defect that made pregnancy difficult and miscarriage likely. She had once been deeply ashamed of it, even hiding it from her own family. But to cover up her crimes, she had told everyone that I was the one who had injured her. Now, I finally understood. Out of sheer jealousy, she had stolen my healthy uterus. I shook my head furiously, screaming the truth over and over again. But no one heard me. No one responded.

In the long run, I know that Mark would show her his true color, and like me, she would have nothing but regret in the long run. After walking for a while, I finally spotted a bar and stepped in. Ignoring the rowdiness and smell of alcohol and cigarettes even at that time of the day, I went straight to the bar and ordered for a cocktail and began to sip once it was brought to me. It was what I wanted - a drink that is alcoholic but not exactly strong. As I sipped, my mind went back to five years ago when I was forced to marry Mark Thorn in a business arrangement so that the two families' businesses could merge to create an empire.

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

When his parents died in a ghastly motor accident that claimed their life, he had been living with his grandfather who did everything to take care of him. He wanted the business to remain in the household and this pushed him to get married. His assistant Brian had told him of a contract marriage service where you pay to have a wife for some time. He had done ahead to sign a contract with a random woman from the service for a year. She was to get married to him with no attached strings and then get divorced amicably after a year. He was in front of the courthouse but the random woman was now nowhere to be found. He was confused and pissed off at the time-wasting. He needed to take his new wif