Married By Mistake Book Novels & Stories

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

Then I pulled a bun out of my pocket and took huge bites. A group of people passing by laughed at me. A hand suddenly reached out from the corner. "The food at the banquet hall is getting boring. "Give me half. I want to try something different." Only later did I learn that she was Caitlyn, the woman the Sheppard family had arranged for me to marry. The fireworks on that rooftop, and her face beneath them, stayed in my memory forever. We got married and had Nelly. It wasn't until the day Mason Sheppard graduated and returned home. Caitlyn went to pick him up and got into a car accident.

"But how did the baker come by this? We had two files ready. One for the business partnership and one for the marriage arrangement with Valerie. They weren’t even supposed to be in the same room.” I gave myself the ghost of a smile. "Summer brought both sets down to the source and when I summoned her to view the Bernard caper. She accidentally took both and left them all on the table.” Javier stared at me. “And so this girl accidentally signed a binding marriage contract that was intended for a completely different woman. "Accidentally." I spoke the word again, savoring it. "Yes. Let's call it that."

An uncle recounted stories from university. Two cousins debated music playlists. Someone insisted the weather forecast promised sunshine. Someone else disagreed. Nora slipped quietly into an empty chair. Unfortunately, the only vacant seat was directly across from Celine. Their eyes met for the briefest moment. Celine offered a polite smile. The kind anyone would give a future sister-in-law. Nora returned it. No one noticed how carefully both women avoided letting the moment linger. Aaliyah reached across the table and intertwined her fingers with Celine's as she laughed about something the wedding planner had said earlier.

The fact that this was a penthouse, at night, and I was alone with the one most powerful man in the city. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no…" Armstrong stepped closer. "I need company. For the night. I was very clear with your boss… about what I was looking for." The room tilted. I backed away, shaking my head. "There's been a mistake. I'm married. I have a husband. I thought this was a job job…a real job…" "This is a real job," Armstrong said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Just not the kind you were expecting."

"I'm too tired to tell you everything. But to make the story short, I gambled." "You gambled? With Terrence Gray?" "He was a collateral damage. I just mistakenly married him because of some stupid and complicated game of fate. He helped me get the company back and in exchange, I'll stay with him for a year." When I looked at Georgina again, her lips were parted. I groaned. "Come on, Georgiana…" "It doesn't make sense, Em. Why would you mistakenly marry him? I mean…he was at your wedding?" I chuckled after remembering the situation. "It was the other way around, Georgina. I was at his wedding."

they replied in unison, their voices echoing in the small room, a moment they would both remember for different reasons. “Do you, Dylan Blackwood, take Emily Green to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the clerk began, her monotone voice nearly drowning out the weight of the moment. "Dylan?" Emily echoed in confusion, glancing nervously at him. "Daryl," he feigned correction, a disarming smile plastered on his face. “The clerk must have made a mistake in reading my handwriting,” he lied with practiced ease.

I slowly slipped my tiny hand into his big one, shaking him with a forced smile on my face. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?” He asked. My heart sank at the realization that he couldn’t remember me, he didn’t know who I was. What was I even thinking? The man was obviously married with two beautiful children, here was no way he’d know who I was, there was no time to think about the little teenage girl he married years ago. “No, we haven’t,” I smiled at him. He tilted his head to one side while keeping his eyes on me. Like he was trying to rack his brain to remember who I was. There was no point.

She murmured to herself, over and over. “It is my fault. It is all my fault. If I had not taken the wrong room card, this would never have happened.” “Nola, what did you say? What wrong room card?” Octavia could not hear clearly. Nola struck the back of her head against the wall. The guilt in her heart grew heavier, and her tears fell even harder. If she had not taken the wrong room card on the wedding night and given it to Meryl, Meryl would never have gone into the wrong wedding room. Then the bride swap would never have happened.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”