Married By Mistake Novels & Stories

He had married over a hundred couples in his lifetime and never had a mistake like this occurred. "Y-yes, please go on," Fatima answered after glancing at her husband, who sighed in relief at her response. He had clearly expected something very different. "Okay, let us go again. I..." the priest started, and her husband repeated after him, but like the first two times, when it came to the name, he said the wrong one. Leslie. This time he quickly corrected himself.

"We are already married. We should continue from where we stopped, baby," "Are you freaking serious about this? We don't know each other, we are mere strangers. What we had was a drunk mistake, that wedding certificate isn't valid. This is not Las Vegas," I was getting frustrated. Why was he pushing this knowing it was a mistake that happened because I was drunk out of my mind? He sighed. "Let's have something to eat, I will be waiting outside. Join me soon," He was already walking out the door before I could protest. The nerve of that bastard.

"Our family has become the butt of jokes thanks to you! How could you make all these arrangements without confirming everything beforehand?" Sherlyn, who had been waiting for the groom to come and get her, heard her parents quarreling outside. She walked out of the room and asked, "Dad! Mom! What are the two of you doing?! Where's my groom? Where's Jeremy?" "Sherlyn, Mister Jeremy's people just said that there was a mistake. They've already left with the real bride!" Sherlyn turned pale in shock. "What? How could there be such a huge mistake, Mom? Wasn't Mister Jeremy going to marry me?"

Holding it in my right hand, I take hold of the other certificate in the other hand before comparing the two. Everything is the same. Except… What?! The date. We were married on October 10th. That was the day and month Arabel and I got married, and I wasn't even in New York on that day. Relief begins to wash through me at the silly mistake Eve made. Apparently, this is a fake, and if the certificate is indeed genuine, then something is wrong somewhere. I grab my phone to call the clerk's office at the registry to check the authenticity, even though it looks 99% genuine.

I shouted. An hour later, I was sitting on the pavement, crying while I covered my face with my hand. Like I was not yet unlucky enough, it started to rain. There was nowhere for me to go. I sat on the pavement until I could no longer feel those sprinkles. Someone was standing in front of me and when I looked up, the man that I married accidentally was smiling at me holding an umbrella. “Y-You. W-W-What are you doing here?” “I'm glad that I searched for you. I had a gut feeling that you need your husband, wife.” Alonzo gave out his hand.

A little nudge from Ken had brought her back. She smiled wide, “I do.” And clipped the ring on his finger. Ken said his, and put the ring in her hand. “By the power vested in me. I pronounced you, Husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest announced. Kate bounced on her feet. She had been expecting this part. She moved closer to Ken with her lips pushed out. Ken glanced at his watch again, and then moved to drop his lips on hers. Immediately, he withdraws his lips as if hers was biting him. Kate frowned. Was that it? That was her wedding kiss. She narrowed her eyes at ken that was now looking at the door as if he couldn’t wait to escape from the church. What was goin

Veronica was wearing a business suit, her hair was pulled back very tightly and her nicely done nails were tapping on the table in a way that showed she was getting impatient. Before the lawyer could even open his folder I reached into my bag and slid the Marriage certificate across the fancy wooden table. "I got married " I said blatantly "before my twenty-fifth birthday." The words landed and tore every civility around us apart. Veronica stared at the paper wishing it to be a lie by looking at it really hard and then she picked it up. The moment her fingers touched it I saw her face turn pale. "This can't be right, " she said, sounding really scared.

My gaze flips to the names on the certificate, just as shock spreads over my skin at the realization. My jaws drop, and I shift my gaze to him. This is when I see the ring on his finger. Slowly, I drop my gaze to my own finger to see the same ring. This is what Ryan and I were supposed to exchange after our vows. After he broke up with me in my apartment in New York, he dropped the ring and the marriage license, which were empty. Guilt streams through my gut as I slump to the bed, my mouth agape. I got married? How?

The driver turned on the car's ignition and drove us out of the venue. I wanted to run away from the place that had me throwing my dignity into the air and choosing to marry a man who broke me and had me leaving the city out of fear. He turned me into a person who could not find sweetness in love and broke me beyond measure and repair. And here I was, my heart secretly thumping and jumping for joy at the fact that I was married to him. My lips should not be twitching to smile. Instead, it is supposed to spoil in a cry. How do I tell my parents that I had gotten married out to my ex-boyfriend?

"I am tired of all the fighting, the lies and pain. Please, just let me go. This marriage was a mistake from the beginning. Just a huge, terrible mistake. I never wanted to marry you. Just a few days after my divorce from your cousin, you forced me to marry you after making a deal with my father. Now that I have disowned my father, the deal should be off." The moment the word "mistake" left my lips, Reid’s whole expression changed and his softness vanished. It was immediately replaced by something dark and possessive. In the blink of an eye, he pinned me against the wall with his body pressing hard against mine. He caged me in with his arms. I gasped and my heart leaped into my throat. "Do n