Romans & histoires Novel Married By Mistake

Mandy's hands trembled as she tore open the envelope. Her heart pounded in her chest, a sickening mixture of dread and curiosity swirling in her stomach. The paper felt heavy between her fingers as she unfolded it, revealing a neatly folded newspaper inside. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to open it and see what horrible surprise awaited her this time. The headline screamed at her: **"The Divorced and Rejected Wife of the Famous Billionaire Ramsey Wendel is Getting Married to the Norton's Cleaner, Dwight Cullen."**

Chapter 28: Handover 2 AURORA A finance genius whose light was dimmed because of the man she married , that was who I was. The mistake I made because I wanted to fill the void in my heart… because he appeared to be a good man… because my father said he was a perfect godson. But was he a perfect husband to me? The mistake I made was getting married to Bryan and staying even when he treated me like trash after my father died. I was paying for those mistakes, and he was somewhere , either dead or alive?

My voice trembled as I struggled to make sense of what I was seeing. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a sorrow I hadn’t expected. "He never stood a chance, Noah. Not against what he felt for me." Malcolm's bloodied lips trembled as he tried to speak. "You...you promised..." His voice was a hoarse whisper. Cassandra nodded slowly. "I promised I’d marry you if you agreed to my conditions." Her voice was soft. "You were so desperate for love that you agreed. You thought you could control me, but love... it’s not something you can control, Malcolm."

Love, Emily. Richard's vision blurred. He clutched the letter tightly against his chest. "I'm so sorry..." Downstairs... Margaret's phone suddenly rang. She answered lazily. "Hello?" A cheerful voice replied, "Congratulations!" Margaret frowned. "For what?" "I just saw the news online." "What news?" "The billionaire wedding!" "They're saying Alexander Blackwood got married after the bride disappeared." Margaret laughed. "So?" "The replacement bride looks exactly like your stepdaughter." Margaret's smile disappeared.

She said, her eyes still pinned to the papers. “I am very sorry. This publication was on the verge of bankruptcy last year. My wife demanded huge alimony that made a hole in my pocket. Your books saved me and this publication, but I failed to help you when you needed it the most,” Warren said, his eyes hinting helplessness, remembering the past. “But I am glad you failed to help me,” She smiled and Warren looked confused, “That’s how I got my husband!” “Oh, yes! I wanted to know how the girl from the small city in India got married to the heartthrob of London,” Warren chuckled. “How did you guys met?”

"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

"Don't you have any clue what I'm about to do right now?" Madeline smirked. "You... I dare you!" Karen was trying her best to suppress the anxiety coursing through her. She pointed at Madeline and barked. "Aren't you going to consider your status back then? You were one hell of a poor little girl, and you were very much blessed that Jeremy was willing to marry you! If it wasn’t for Meredith's mistake of entering the wrong room, you wouldn’t even have had the chance to marry into the Whitmans!

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone

It was grand, it was flashy, it was famous but that was it. On the night when they were supposed to consummate their marriage, He was there in his study, researching some cures for his patients and projects. He never glances at his newly wedded wife once when she comes to call him to bed. The marriage has been a mistake at the very beginning, and now, Julian realises it has become a deadly trap She can never get out of.