Novel Married By Mistake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"This is a disaster. You don't understand. I am getting married in New York in two days! To a billionaire! My entire family is counting on it! I am going to file for an immediate annulment the second I get home. I will pay you. Whatever you want. Just sign the papers and make this go away." The smirk completely vanished from his face. His dark eyes went incredibly intense, flashing with something dangerous. He stepped closer, completely invading my space until I was forced to stop moving. "An annulment?" he asked, his voice dropped into a low, slow drawl. "Do you think you can just use me for a little Miami rebellion and then erase me when you go back to your perfect little life?" "Yes!" I s

"Wait a minute, Rachel. I know something's not right here." Rachel looked at her with concern. "What do you mean, Marina? You've been through a lot, but you're safe now." Marina's voice was firm. "I was married to Aiden. My husband, Aiden. And he's not just some figment of my imagination." Rachel's expression changed from confusion to shock. "Marina, I... I don't know what you're talking about. You've never been married." Marina's heart raced, her memories flooding back. "I remember our wedding day, our anniversaries, our life together. Aiden was real, Rachel. And I know something's wrong because he's missing."

Why are you doing this Alicia? Alicia's expression holds steely resolve behind her eyes. "Because I want you Lucky. And you can save yourself all of this by getting married to me.” “I have a plan for us.” Alicia suddenly announces excitedly. “How about this? A contract marriage. We get married for one year. I give birth to the child without the shame of being pregnant out of wedlock. And on the other hand, your career stays completely intact." Lucky shakes his head, his voice hoarse. "I can't imagine being married to someone like you even for just a year."

"CONTRACT MARRIAGE" Will she give into Christian's demand or her masterstroke will change the dynamics of the trap he set for her? What will happen when Christian and Mishka's entirely different worlds would crash? Will love find its way through the web of lies, deception, and mysteries? Find this book on Goodnovel: My Indian Wife ***

He learned she used to stage fashion shows in her backyard using bedsheets and her mother’s heels. It was vulnerable. It was real. “I still can’t believe we’re actually married,” she mused, watching the flames. “Technically, you married my signature,” he teased. “But I’ll catch up.” She smiled. “We’ve been through a lot.” “Too much,” he agreed. “But maybe that’s what makes it worth it.” They stayed like that for hours, talking, laughing, sometimes just listening to the crackling fire. And in the quiet of the night, Alejandro reached over, brushed a curl behind her ear, and kissed her.

Her parents exchanged a glance, one of those silent conversations married couples have when deciding whether to push or let the conversation rest. What Lucy didn’t tell them, what she couldn’t tell them, was that their “love story” existed mostly on paper. That the vows had been a business transaction disguised as romance. She held that truth close, deep in the locked vault of her mind. On paper, she was Mrs. Austin DiMarco. But in reality, the marriage had started as nothing more than a calculated arrangement… one that was becoming far more complicated than she’d ever imagined.

“I never understood … how you used to manage Donuts, pastries and muffins, and cakes for breakfast.” “Because I always gagged at the thought of having something sweet on an empty stomach. But you came into my life and everything automatically started tasting sweet, sugar. Including you, Abigail! And you know what? I started liking coffee too. In any form, in every flavor.” “Abigail! The moment I met you, I fell in love. Yes! At that very moment. That day I was going to marry Celine. This was a contract marriage. She needed money. She was the best choice at the time. Best contract marriage choice! Guess what? She doubled the price and stopped responding to my calls and messages because she k

Jenny watched her slender and petite figure head inside, and she couldn't help but think, if Cecily hadn't been adopted by the Turner family, if she hadn't fallen in love with Edwin, if she hadn't married Edwin, how much better it would have been. She would definitely find a man who loved her deeply and could make her happy because Cecily deserved it. However, who could say for sure about these "what-ifs"? In a daze, she entered the house and went straight to the bathroom. She stood under the shower, allowing the water, whether it was hot or cold, to pour over her head and face until she was soaked through. "Cecily, marry me, will you never regret it?" This was the question Edwin asked her o

That’s a little note for my new readers. For old readers, thanking you all for starting this new journey with me and for your support throughout the first book. I hope to see you all supporting me throughout this novel. I love you all and I can’t appreciate you guys any less. ~Here is a little recap of what went down in the first book~ After Missy got married with the city’s most hated man who was termed a beast for his rumored cruelty towards his past wives. She realized there is more to the rumor and more to her marriage as she found out she’s a living image of his first love and the only difference was her age and some little details that only the most observant would notice.

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.