Married By Mistake Novel Madeline Crawford Novels & Stories

"I'm leaving in a month. When I'm not here, people aren't very respectful of Jonathan. He isn’t part of the Scott family after all." Jonathan Miller. Owen always had a disapproving look when he heard this name. He was just a low-level employee who had somehow managed to capture Madeline's heart. Madeline was so in love that she refused to have an arranged marriage with any business partner. Eventually, he had agreed to the engagement after much consideration, though the wedding had yet to happen. After the engagement, Madeline had voluntarily left for overseas to manage the small assets of the Scott family. Over the years, she had done remarkably well.

he replied solemnly. Madeline was shaking her head. "Only a fool will not say yes to you, and maybe that's me!" It was as if something pierced Mr.'s heart. Eluard heard. "I'm married," Madeline whispered. "What?" Mr. Eluard's eyes widened, and he thought maybe she was really drunk and didn't know what she was saying. "Yes, they bought me, so I don't have the right to fall in love with someone else because someone owned me. I just ran away!"

He recapped, without leaving out the important details, while gesturing to himself and his older brother by his side. “ Who are you again?” Madeline asked, balancing her weight on one leg. At the mention of the surname, Madeline frowned. “ Come, dear Elizabeth. Have you heard such an outrageous name before?” Taken aback, Mrs. Nostre narrowed her eyes, not in quiet rage, but in quiet recognition of her mistake of identifying the two men as paupers who has come to rob the wedding guest, just by looking at the women who look nothing less than luxury. “ I think I must have mistaken you both for some other people. Please, you are welcome to come in.”

The rain had st⁠arted again, soft against the windows. “You ever t‍hink,” she murmured, “that maybe we wer‍e suppose‌d to mee‍t the w‌rong way to find the righ‍t thing?” I look⁠ed down at her‍. “You think we met⁠ the‌ wron‍g way?⁠” “Getting married by accident isn’‍t exactl‌y tradition⁠al.” I lau‌ghed quietly. “Maybe no‌t.‍ But I think it was the on⁠ly way I would’ve let‌ you close en⁠ough.”

Sarah pouted, sitting next to Rosalie. "You will be their aunt dear, their favourite aunt," Rosalie said, laughing. Sarah and Mellissa, we're competing with each other to get the unborn baby's attention. Rosalie smiled at their bricking. Melissa had finally decided that she would mate with Jace when she was ready, but now, she was perfectly content at playing the role of an aunt. Rosalie had her loving family back with her. Martin had mated with Grace; they were expecting their first child in a few months.

"Eat. Then take a shower. After that, we change you. Lorraine and Aria were both sitting in the living room, and they both looked upset. "My baby girl is getting married today," Lorraine replied, her voice thick. "Yes, I remember my wedding day," Aria said. "I was scared. I felt sure I was making a mistake. Then I saw Leon, and everything made sense." "Was it a mistake? The clerical error in marriage?" "Best mistake of my life." Aria smiled. "Sometimes the unplanned things are exactly what we need."

Cassidy's POV My heart stuttered again, this time slamming against my ribs. Married? To Victor Ashford? The name rang bells—some billionaire mogul I’d seen in tabloids, twice her age, with a reputation for ruthless business deals and even shadier personal affairs. “I don’t care who you’re marrying. I’m not coming back to be paraded around like your accessory. Not after everything.” Her voice turned icy. Cruel. The shift was so abrupt it chilled me to the bone, even in the warm penthouse air. “Oh, yes, you are. Because if you don’t, there will be consequences.”

"Then I suggest you find a locksmith, Mr. West. Or a hotel with an adjoining suite. The 'Sanctity of Union' clause in your prenuptial agreement is ironclad. It was drafted by your own family’s counsel to prevent precisely this kind of 'impulsive dissolution' of the West estate." "But I’ve met someone!" George bellowed, his complexion shifting from ashen surprise to a blotchy, enraged plum. He pounded the table with a fist, the impact booming off the polished marble walls like a thunderclap. "I am in a committed relationship with a man! This is a farce!"