Mistaken Marriage Unexpected Love Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the realization dawns on me that Vince and I are still married and not in love, so I am one of those people who aren't married for love. This is just for sometime, I thought. The marriage wasn't intentional. It just happened, and as soon as we achieve both of our aims, we will go our separate ways. If it wasn't accidental, nothing would have made me venture into a loveless marriage like this. Not in a thousand years. After glaring at me once more, the woman turns on her heels and leaves. For no reason, sympathy fills my insides. It reminds me of how painful rejection is. Vince just rejected her. Just like how I was rejected by my own fiance.

She laughed at me and almost cried with laughter. "My goodness! I think I'll just take this bed home. I'm always the one who wins." She even hugged the bed like a fool. I couldn't do anything but grumble in annoyance as I went to the sofa where I would sleep. Sigh! When will I ever win against this woman? * "Damn it! Time is running out, Kenneth. I need to fix this before Misty goes home to the Philippines." I walked back and forth in front of Kenneth while thinking of a good way to get evidence about our accidental marriage with Mahana. It's been almost a week but I still haven't gotten anything. I can't let this last for another month.

I was about to reach for him, but he shoved me away. “I loved you so much, to think you could do this to me. This isn’t tradition! This isn’t normal! How would you feel if I slept with another woman before our wedding? Huh, Martha? How would you feel if you found out I was having sex with someone else? There will be no wedding. I can’t accept you as my wife.” It felt like my world collapsed with his last words. I just stood there, frozen. Hubert turned and quickly walked out of the room. Angeli followed him, while Ate Angie stayed beside me, still in shock.

“I made too much. Want some?” He hesitated, clearly surprised, then walked over and accepted it with a quiet, “Thanks.” They sat at the island again, this time with a little less silence. “It’s weird,” she said after a while, twirling her fork. “Being married to someone I barely know.” Harrison glanced at her. “Yeah. It is.” She turned to face him. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Why did you say yes to this?” He didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened slightly. Then, without looking at her, he said, “Because I owe my grandfather more than I can explain. And because… I’ve learned that expectations are dangerous when it comes to love.”

Ruan wondered if Megan truly loved him, since she no longer wanted to marry him. They had been planning this wedding for years, and every time they brought up the subject, she always seemed happy and satisfied with the idea. Only twenty-four hours before the ceremony, she called off the wedding. He sat on the messy bed, the sheets falling to the floor, reminding him of the night he had spent with his sister-in-law. Everything still felt like a blur, but the flashes running through his mind showed him that he had made a huge mistake.

And she knew the dangers of what might be blooming between them. If Anna was what Vivienne feared she was—and if fate had somehow brought her and Michael together—then everything Vivienne did twenty-eight years ago would unravel in an instant. The cloak. The spell. The secret. All of it would collapse. She didn’t know whether Michael loved the girl, but if the bond formed—if she turned out to be his fated mate and that mark was ever made—there would be no turning back. Not for him. Not for Anna. And not for the world that lay hidden behind the veil of humans and politics.

I became a little curious to know the kind of message it is, I opened the message and I felt a sharp nail pierce me deep in my chest as I saw the images she sent to me. “Tristan?” I asked myself feeling very hearbroken. I should'nt have had high hopes thinking someone like Tristan would be mine one day. “It's a contract marriage.” I kept repeating to myself as I was struggling not to cry, I don't know why I was becoming emotional because it seemed like I didn't have the right to feel such way. I couldn't find it in anymore, I let out the tears and started crying. I cried so much that I couldn't sleep all night.

he said softly, “we’ll face everything together, always. No mistakes, no regrets—just us.” Elara smiled, tears of relief and joy brimming in her eyes. “Always us.” The mansion no longer felt heavy or threatening. Outside, the city bustled on, unaware of the storms that had passed inside its walls. But within, love had triumphed—proving that even in a life that began with a mistake, a true union could be found. As they walked hand in hand through the garden, the morning sun glinting off the fountain, Elara finally believed it: the marriage that had started as an error had become her greatest blessing.

Is he serious? °°°°°° "I now declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the judge announced after we exchanged our vows and placed the rings on each other's fingers. I was expecting him to kiss me on the lips, but instead, his lips landed on my cheek. I know he didn't want this wedding. He was forced to marry me. If his grandfather hadn't threatened him, he wouldn't have married me. It hurts me to think about it. The wedding I dreamed would be happy didn't happen. We had a civil wedding. One week was too short for preparations, so we decided on a civil wedding instead. Only his grandfather and a few witnesses attended our wedding. None of my family members came, just as I had

The food stuck in my throat and I fidgeted with my hands under the table. "It's not anything special, " May dragged her eyes from me to Colton. I wanted to lash back but kept my mouth shut. She'd never liked me anyway. The majority were against our marriage because my family had no place in society, so they constantly searched for loopholes. "You know, I'd never thought I'd find love until Anne and what we have is special to us." Colton's sharp gaze was fixed on May and the rest murmured in low tones. "I'd like to hold my grandchild in these hands." Grandma's eyes lingered on Colton.