Novel Married By Mistake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Though he couldn‘t deny the irony of the situation, he wished it hadn‘t happened like this. He wished he hadn‘t married Jenny under these conditions. When he kept busy, it was easy to forget his deception. But when he fell through the attic floor, his life passed before his eyes. He used to think people saying that happened were exaggerating...except they weren‘t. It really was that profound—and quick. Jenny hadn‘t married a brave deputy ready to take on all the outlaws in the world. Nope. She married a fisherman who had lived a relatively quiet and peaceful life in the Louisiana bayou until he decided to get Aunt Rachel‘s money back. And that decision led him into a whole lot of tro

It was clear Sloane had made a terrible mistake. “I knew it," John chipped in. “Bradley has brown hair. You, Sloane, married a random dude out there." Sloane's legs suddenly became shaky. It wasn't Bradley. But who was he? She didn't want to get married to Bradley because she wanted to be in love with whoever she would get married to. Somehow, she made the exact mistake she was running away from.

She stands in the middle of my living room, shaking with fury, her perfectly manicured nails curling into claws like she’s debating whether to slap me or gouge my eyes out. “You did what?” she shrieks, her voice so high pitched I’m surprised the windows don’t shatter. I take a deep breath and gesture vaguely at the space between us. “I feel like we already covered this.” “Covered this?” she echoes, her face going dangerously red. “You’re telling me you married some random bar trash in Vegas, and all you have to say about it is ‘we covered this’?” “It was a mistake,” I say, keeping my tone level. “A drunken, ridiculous, stupid mistake. That I’m now legally stuck in for three months.”

Who would have thought that such an unexpected incident would occur so suddenly, just when we were about to get married? "Liv, Nathan is sure to regret it. It's not easy to find someone in this world whom you can fall in love with and who loves you back. Those who dismiss a sincere heart will reap what they sow in the end." Rebecca began abusing him harshly, but I waved a hand to stop her. "Forget it. It's all over." At that moment, someone suddenly said, "Nathan is married. Look, one of my classmates went to the wedding!" Rebecca snatched the phone away and saw the photos of the wedding.

She had a very small stature and looked a lot like a woman who was still trying to do things for herself. “You never mentioned it…” he mumbled, his head shaking. “Ah… sorry. I am married,” she said again. “But, I like you…” he had blurted before he thought of his words again. Now that she was married, he never should have told her that. “I have liked you since the first day that I saw you.” “Excuse me?” She raised a brow. “I just said I was married…” she faked a smile. “And is it a crime that I profess my feelings to a married woman?”

I ask to her while offering her a spoonful of vegetable soup I have prepared for her. She takes the spoon from my hand and drinks the soup before saying, "Such a confused situation. I've never heard of such type of marriage. But, well if they have taken all the wedding vows and exchanged rings in front of God, then they are married. She shouldn't have done that. It's a big sin to trick people in the Church."

“I am tired of all the fighting, the lies and pain… Please Just let me go. This marriage… it was a mistake from the beginning Just a huge, terrible mistake, I never wanted to marry you. Just a few days after my divorce with your cousin, my father forced me to marry you and now that I don’t have a father anymore, I—“ The moment the word “mistake” left my lips, Dante’s whole expression changed, his softness vanished, replaced by something dark and possessive. In a blink of an eye, he pinned me against the wall his body hard against mine, his arms caging me in. I gasped, my heart leaping into my throat. “Do not,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, “ever call us a mistake again.” Fear and

Fury took over Cassius Lichtenstein's face. "I knew it. You're a shameless woman, Rachel Bowson!" My heart trembled in pain, as if it had been hit by a thousand needles. For five years, I was married to Cassius, and I had been nothing but caring and faithful to him. And what did I get in the end? Him giving me to someone else like I was a piece of meat. I protested and protested. I tried to appeal for a divorce time and time again, but I failed. After my hundredth failure, I decided to give in and sleep with my brother-in-law willingly. For three months, I got entangled with my brother-in-law, and I got pregnant.

I laughed softly and his grin widened. Around us, our family and friends watched with soft smiles while we danced slowly together. And it honestly felt like a dream. The kind of moment you know you’ll remember forever. His hand rested on my lower back while mine settled on his shoulder. “You know what’s crazy?” I whispered softly. “What?” “If someone told me the stranger I accidentally married in Miami would become the love of my life…” I laughed softly. “I would’ve called them insane.” Eric smiled against my forehead. “And yet here we are.”

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?”