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For the first time, I felt her warmth after so many years. “Then…continue” Christian stammered out of excitement, I only nodded, still confused. Was this a prank, why was Madeline acting so lovingly? I recall how she didn't want me to be with Ace, she went as far as threatening to send her away. I looked at my hand, still thinking this was a dream. Christian and I were married. We signed all the legal papers needed. Our family were witnesses to our marriage. “Be good, okay, let me talk to the doctor,” Christian said and kissed me on the lips before he rushed out of the room. Even Isabella had left, it was only me and Madeline. The atmosphere was rather awkward.

Madelyn's eyes, which had shone with recognition, gradually lost their light as she apologized, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else." The young man, seeing Madelyn walking away, hurried after her on his motorcycle. "Miss, where are you going? Let me give you a ride. Or maybe I could get your number?" Madelyn meandered without direction. "I'm married. My husband would be angry if he knew about this." The young man expressed a hint of regret. "Oh, that's too bad."

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

I muttered under my breath, the name tasting like a bitter curse. How was this even possible? How had that dull, insignificant girl not only escaped the consequences of her reckless behavior, but gone on to marry one of the country's most desired and most untouchable bachelors? And so quickly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The last I'd heard of Madeline, she'd been fleeing a medical clinic like a criminal. And now, less than a week later, she was posing for wedding photos like a fairy-tale princess, shielded by the name and influence of one of the most powerful families on the planet.

the priest announced. Madeline skipped a heartbeat. It was a church marriage and a lot of media was there. In the rush and stress of the mess going on with her life, she forgot about the ceremony since she was worrying about her identity in front of the cameras. Her face turned red at the whispering sounds in the hall until she was pulled by a strong arm, wrapped around her waist. She bumped into Kennard's chest and as soon as she looked above, she froze as her lips met with his.

He sank to one knee. Valeria’s hands flew to her mouth. “Valeria Mendoza, you walked into my office and turned my world upside down with a coffee-stained blouse and more fire than anyone I’ve ever known. You were the mistake I didn’t see coming, and the design I never knew I needed. Will you—this time, for real—marry me?” Tears blurred her vision. Her voice caught. She dropped to her knees in front of him, laughing and crying all at once. “Yes. Yes, Alejandro. A thousand times yes.”

She explained, “I am responsible too. I was a little seasick last night, and I had been drinking. The room card Nola gave me was 716, but I misread it as 710 and brought Nola here. What are we supposed to do now?” Meryl regretted it so badly that she almost lost her composure. One careless mistake from her had thrown all four of them into chaos last night. How were they supposed to clean this up? “The wedding ceremony still has to be held this morning. We have to settle this first.” Calder looked at Meryl. “Meryl, I know I should not ask this, but did something happen between you and Soren last night too?” Meryl’s cheeks turned red, her guilt written all over her face.

Madeline could not link the woman calling her names with Meredith. Ever since she entered the Crawford Family and met Meredith, she had felt that the latter was a young lady who was magnanimous, elegant, kind, and gentle. However, right now… “I’m so mad! I wasted so much time and effort by forming the perfect plan and making Jeremy drink that drugged beverage. I had even called reporters to photograph and record evidence of me spending the night with Jeremy the first thing in the morning so that Old Man Whitman would agree to let me marry Jeremy. Who knew I had misread the room number and slept with a wretched-looking tramp. I accidentally let Madeline benefit from it!”

“Okay, even if I wanted to marry Ian, why would I jump into it so fast?” “Well, sis, because you and Ian met years ago, before you met Nicholas.” “That’s not true.” “The people don’t know that now…” Madelyn removed the handbag from Fatima and gently dragged her to the couch, sitting her down. “Have the conversation with your partner so your story aligns,” Madelyn said as she slowly walked away with a grin. To her, this wasn’t just fixing a scandal, it was payback to Nicholas, whom she detested with her blood.

“I’m going out. You’d better call someone to pick you up and go home.” Edward didn’t respond. Ellena didn’t care. She just took her bag and went out. Anyway she had already done what she needed to do and didn’t want to bother with this man anymore. Madeline forced her to go home to be married, so she finished her last job in a hurry. But the funny part was that she married to the man she never met and who didn’t want to meet her! But the only think she could be thankful that Edward didn’t bother with her.