Married By Mistake Novel Madeline Crawford Novels & Stories

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'

Jace's POV: I am still in shock that I found Celine, and she was truly the woman I met at Edwin's new hotel. How fate works. She had gained weight and was a little fuller than the last time I saw her. But she was still beautiful. And I cannot control myself but kiss her. Celine was my wife and not her sister. My biggest mistake was keeping quiet instead of blowing up Clara's cover at the beginning of our marriage. I still cannot believe that Clara abducted Celine. Listening to all Celine told me that Clara did, I wondered what kind of love Celine had that she had to endure her sister's torture, and Clara took a big advantage of it.

he said, "sitting at the end of bars in cities I don't live in, talking to no one, waiting to feel something. And then you walked in and ordered whiskey neat in a cream dress and ranted about a man named Tristan, and for the first time since I can remember — I forgot to be tired." I stared at him. "Marry me, Cass," he said. "Just for tonight. Just because we can. We'll wake up in the morning, we'll laugh about it, we'll figure out how to undo it. But for the next eight hours of my life I want to be married to a stranger who didn't already know my name when she walked into the room." I remember thinking, very clearly, this is the moment. This is the moment my mother spent my whole life warnin

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.”

At that moment, she offered a suggestion. “I know a specialist who treats infertility. One of my relatives became pregnant at thirty eight after seeing that doctor. Shall I take Madison there?” “Yes. Take her tomorrow.” “All right.” Nola followed Meryl and Soren toward Greyhaven, the newlyweds’ residence. When they reached the entrance, they saw a woman sitting on the steps. Her high heels lay scattered nearby. The smell of alcohol clung to her, and clear tear marks stained her face. “Who is that?” Nola asked curiously.

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.