Novel Married By Mistake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What the hell do you mean, husband? You got married? When? To who? I thought you were running for your life this whole time.” Raine let out a slow breath and ran a hand through his hair. The late afternoon light coming through the dusty windows caught the silver watch on his wrist, making it glint. He looked around the old apartment for a moment, the faded couch, the cobwebs in the corners, the familiar crack on the ceiling he used to stare at during sleepless nights, and felt the weight of everything he was about to unload. “It happened before I left,” he started quietly. “Back during those three years with Daniel. We… we got married. By mistake.”

He said, teasing gently. Her smile was small, replacing the tears around her eyes as they diminished. "I remember things differently, Den. I spent a lot of time going along with whatever wild plan you cooked up for us. True?" "Wild! When did I come up with a wild plan? That’s your department." "Oh, my goodness, Denver! That's how we got married for real, this was your suggestion!" "I seem to remember that idea for us getting married all started because someone wanted to shock their e,x. and I was kind enough to go along, and then you tempted me on a honeymoon.”

The twins tumbled into the room, each excited. “Amelie! Look, I got all my spellings correct today!” Harriet shouted. “And I finished my food!” Harrison announced gleefully. Almost at the same time, they noticed Seb in the kitchen and their mouths dropped open. ”Who is this handsome man?” Harriet asked. “Shh,” Harry countered. Both adults chuckled at the twins’ playfulness. “Harriet, Harrison, this is Sebastian. He's going to be my husband.” She decided to just drop the news.

I had stopped breathing for the count of fourth grade. "Fourth. Your father knows about Pinnacle. He's known since 2021. Cosima knows. Margaret Tang knows. Your mother knows. Bea knows. Theron knows. Marisol doesn't know. You didn't know. That is my fault. I should have told you the night you signed. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would think I had married you to finish the dismantling. I hadn't. I'd been dismantling Carter for two years before there was any plan of marrying you. The wedding swap was a gift. The dismantling was already in motion."

With that, he turns and walks out of the room without hesitation, leaving me standing exactly where he left me, the silence swallowing me whole as I blink back the tears threatening to spill and focus on keeping myself upright. I sit in the back of the car on the ride home, watching the city pass by through the tinted window and trying to register that I am technically married now, that somewhere in a drawer inside that estate, there is a document with my name beside Stephano’s, proof that my life has shifted into something that no longer resembles what it did yesterday. The driver doesn't speak, and I am grateful for that because I don't trust myself enough not to break the moment someone e

If he saw me like this, surely, he would reject me. I even sniffed my clothes… they smelled a bit like sweat. Perfect! I was sure he would be disgusted. I walked slowly into the dining room... but I froze the moment I saw who was standing there. The man my parents chose for me to marry... was the very same man I accused of being a thief! We stared at each other in complete shock as I took the seat opposite him. "Mister Thief?" I spat. "Miss Spoiled Brat?" he retorted.

"Don't just stand there, go and order some clothes,'' she said before running to the bathroom. While Aaron just sat there on the floor holding his head in his hands thinking about his life choices and what will be other's reaction once they find out that he had another accident. But this time it was an accidental marriage? Meanwhile Amber also leaned again the door and slowly sat down holding her head in her head wanting to just bang something against her head for doing something this stupid. what the hell , were they thinking? "Look nothing happened, forget it, " Amber said as she saw Aaron coming out of the bathroom. "Just forget it I don't know you and you don't know me," Amber said "This

The fact that this was a penthouse, at night, and I was alone with the one most powerful man in the city. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no…" Armstrong stepped closer. "I need company. For the night. I was very clear with your boss… about what I was looking for." The room tilted. I backed away, shaking my head. "There's been a mistake. I'm married. I have a husband. I thought this was a job job…a real job…" "This is a real job," Armstrong said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Just not the kind you were expecting."

His voice carried across the venue as he spoke about love, commitment, and the journey of marriage. Normally, I would have listened. Today, however, I couldn't care less. Every second felt like an eternity. All I wanted was for the ceremony to end so I could spend every remaining moment beside my wife and the future family we were about to build together. As the pastor continued speaking, I felt a gentle nudge against my arm. Turning my head, I found her smiling up at me. “I guess...” she whispered between chuckles, “I was really lucky to marry the wrong groom back then.”

Chapter 37: The Breeding Cage The cell smelled of despair and antiseptic. I sat on the thin mattress, my knees pulled to my chest, staring at the ventilation grate where the note had disappeared. V. Vane. The man my husband had ripped in half on the deck of a ship. The man who had stolen my son. If he was alive, it meant the Old Man’s serum was capable of miracles. Or curses. My hand went to my pocket. The cold steel of the grenade pressed against my thigh. It was a comfort and a terrifying weight. One pin. Four seconds. And this nightmare would end in fire.