Married By Mistake Novel Madeline Crawford Novels & Stories

“Maddie isn’t coming. Unless Kiara decides to tell her to come with her, but we have Natalie too, if Natalie is coming then Maddie and Grace are bound to come…” “Great, then all hell will break loose and we can say goodbye to our heads, hearts, and limbs” I said cutting Vladimir who nodded running his fingers through his hair. Yeah, we were in a little trouble when it came to this case, and it wasn’t because we were hiding anything, but Madeline was still insecure after everything that happened. And if Kiara heard of this, then she would be dealing with the same matter. Especially since Juliet and I also had an affair a few months before her and I were married.

“The good news is, she’s single. And just as beautiful as ever.” “What’s the bad news?” “She’s going through… a lot right now.” “I’m not following, Mason,” Allen said as he made himself comfortable in the closest visitor’s chair. “Her name is Madeleine – Maddie,” Mason revealed. “I’ve loved her since the fourth grade, Allen. And I know we connected again for a reason. I can feel it. But like I said, she’s dealing with a lot right now. She recently buried her husband, for starters.”

He places it in front of me. Adrian slides it across the table. “This is the contract.” I stare at the folder. It suddenly feels heavier than paper should be. My fingers hesitate before opening it. The first page reads: CONFIDENTIAL MARRIAGE AGREEMENT. My heartbeat quickens. This is not pretending anymore. This is a legal contract. My gaze darts to him. “You are serious.” “I’ve been serious since I applied to your advertisement.” I swallow. “You actually made a contract,” disbelief laced with the words. “I thought we would only shake hands.”

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE THIRTY FIVE THEME: Good enough CONNECTICUT, UNITED OF AMERICA Christopher Crawford has never felt anxious in his entire life before, not even when he had been bidding for his first million dollar contract. He hoped badly that the day would go well without a hitch and if it doesn’t then he was ready to start sourcing for another woman to be his fake wife although he doubted if the plan would work this time around.

"Yes. She's been like family to us for years, since the girls were teenagers. She spent holidays here, birthdays, everything. We love her very much." James leaned forward a little. "But she's not blood." I rubbed my hand over my mouth, trying to take it in. "Okay. Then... the wedding. How did that happen?" They looked at each other again, and Clarissa took a breath. "Madelyn was married before," she said. "To Christopher. They divorced the same day Ava was supposed to marry you." I felt my eyes widen a little. "The same day?"

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.

She chuckled. If she can't have him, then that lowlife won't, either. She couldn't get married to him but she wasn't going to let their marriage last long. No one was allowed to have him apart from her. He was hers. The lowlife better enjoy her marriage to him while it lasts because it isn't going to last long. Evelyn picked her bag and walked out of the room and house. It wasn't over yet. Her return was coming. ………… Meanwhile, Madeline came down from the cab and started walking towards the gate of the ‘Madevial restaurant’ when she heard the cab driver calling at her and asking for his pay. She quickly turned and walked back to him.

A reckless, emotional decision made in the heat of anger and heartbreak. Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. Madeline froze like she was just caught doing something she shouldn't for a second before reaching for it. Notifications flooded the screen. Messages. Missed calls. Headlines. She hesitated… then opened one. “Max Richard’s Ex-Wife Engaged to Business Rival Overnight.” Another. “Scandal or Strategy? Madeline Booker Moves On Fast.” Her chest tightened. So this was what she had signed up for. Not just a fake engagement.

"Do you, Madeline Taylor, take Drew McBride to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish and obey till death do you both part?” Judge Martins — who was unsurprisingly a friend of Drew's parents — looked up from the book of vows to smile at her. Maddie paused, looking into Drew's eyes. On the way to Judge Martins' office, she and Drew got talking about what exactly this marriage would entail, and he mentioned that even though the marriage was not real in the true sense that a marriage should be, the vows were binding.

The scraps of paper drifted through the air before settling at Wesley's polished shoes. Everyone froze. I brushed the paper scraps from my hands. "Madelyn can have the position. And I'm not marrying him either." Wesley's face turned ashen, the veins in his forehead bulging. "Savannah! Have you lost your mind? If you break off our engagement, who in Willowville would ever marry you?" My mother was trembling with rage. Pointing toward the door, she shouted, "Get out! Just get out! From this day on, I'll pretend I never gave birth to you!"