Married To The Wrong Woman Novels & Stories

So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup. I know that even if they don't say what they are talking about it is really obvious that they are planning the future for us. That they reconcile us. "Same here. I never wanted this kind of set up." I answered him. Because even I don't like it. I already told myself that if I was given the opportunity to get married at the right time and opportunity. I wanted it to be for the man that I truly love. Not this kind of marriage for convenience. Where is the love there if this happens?

My eyes met hers and she stepped back. "You.Are.Coming.With.Me." I say through clenched teeth. She opens her mouth to speak but a man appears. "She said no." The man says, wrapping an arm around me. His actions bothered me for two reasons; One,Aria flinched at her touch. Two,he was being an inconvenience. I give him a bored look. "She's my wife and I'm not a fan of polygamy." I spoke. "Well she said no." He replies. "Who are you?" I asked on edge. I had no energy to deal with him.

Irina “Oh my fucking God!” I blatted out, walking as quickly as my feet could. I didn't try to look back in the room that I stormed out to. “Alonzo Waldorf. I married the wrong man. H-How did that happen?” I combed through my head for an answer, but nada! “Irina, you finally answered! Where are you? What happened to your little scheme? Did Damian's uncle say yes to marrying you?” “Are you in the hotel?”

I caught my boyfriend in bed with two women. That same night, I walked into Milan's most exclusive club and drank whiskey for the first time. The next morning, I woke up with a marriage certificate on my floor. My husband? Matteo Moretti. One of Italy's four identical billionaire brothers. When I arrived at their palazzo, four gorgeous, terrifying men stood before me. Same face. Same cold eyes. Same cruel mouths. "Drag this lying girl out," their father ordered. Then one brother stepped forward, his dark gaze burning slowly down my body. "You don't remember me, sweetheart?" His voice dropped low enough to melt bone. "Because I remember every sound you made." They called

"Ms. Shaw, this is all my fault. I had foolishly placed the wrong person in that position. Please don't be upset." When Lucas saw Gordon grovel so desperately, he finally realized just how massive a mistake he had made. He finally realized that the powerful backer he had always relied on was nothing in front of this woman. "M-Ms. Shaw…" Lucas crawled toward me and reached for my leg, looking akin to a maggot wriggling across the floor. "I was wrong. I failed to recognize who you were. Please, have mercy. Let me go just this once." I tried my best to weather the agonizing pain shooting through my right knee as I looked down at him.

Smiling he put his phone away and sat down with Geoff to decide which game they’d play first after dinner. “Was it good news?” “Yes, very good news. If a woman named Monica ever tries to tell you what to do because she claims to be my wife, don’t listen to her. As of now she and I are no longer married, and she has no business being near you.” “You really did choose the wrong woman to be your wife.” “When you’re older I’ll try to explain why I was the one that married her but didn’t choose her. Also, we’re human and sometimes we make mistakes to please others. That doesn’t make it right.”

"Even you think I did something wrong, do you?" "..." The Old Master didn't say anything and just looked at Madam Winters. At that time, Madam Winter's eyes had a flash of pain. "But that's right! Anyway, after so many years, which thing I have done is right?" "Why are you talking about this?" "Over the years, I've figured it out. The most wrong thing I've done in my life is to marry into the Winters family and give birth to the heir." At this point, Madam Winters looked at the Old Master with a complaint. "If I didn't get married back then, if..."

Martha added. “All the women you have been with have been either,” Mary held up one finger, “Psychotic,” she put up another finger, “gold diggers,” or last but not least, “married.” I looked at him when they said married. Clearly not liking everything that I’m hearing. What they’re all saying is exactly what I assumed of him, so to hear them say it out loud, hurts. It only confirms my reasons for why he’s wrong for me.

"Wife? We are only married in papers, Mr. Salvatore. This marriage isn’t real and it never will. And, the last thing I want is a man who will never treat me right. Someone who thinks he's better than everyone else. Someone who thinks women are a piece of meat to be used whenever he wants." "Then, you married the wrong man. Because, that's what I am. So, you might as well get used to it. Besides, don't act like you're some sort of a saint. I know you’re still with that little boy toy of yours.” His voice was calm but, the fire burning in his eyes, made me want to curl up into a ball and hide.

I put my hands on my waistline, fuming! “As far as I know? You’re my wife, and I can do whatever I want with you. Even if I don’t know a damn thing about you! You’ll pay for this! You married the wrong man!” he snapped and stormed off. My jaw dropped at what he said. Me? Married to him? Since when!? I ran straight to the room he entered. There’s no way I married him! What is this, magic!? Nonsense! I banged hard on the door.