Novel Married By Mistake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?”

He huffs, grimacing. I nod reluctantly. "Good. Uh.. you can go. But I'll need your number. I'll have my assistant file for annulment and send you the papers before the week ends.” "Annulment?!” I blurt like a fool. "This marriage was a mistake; surely you know we have to dissolve it.” He says slowly. Of course, I know this marriage wasn't supposed to happen. But it did, and now he's talking about erasing it, like it never happened?

"If you feel wronged, I can—" I looked straight at her. "Aria, listen to me. You're the one I want to marry." When we returned to the hall, the officiant smiled and announced, "Now, the bride and groom will exchange rings." I picked up the ring, but when I tried to slide it onto her finger, it stopped halfway, stuck tight at the knuckle. She tried awkwardly to force it on, but I pressed down on her hand to stop her. A ripple of whispers spread through the crowd, the buzz of gossip growing louder.

She was way too happy for the upcoming wedding between Evan and me. “I said he acted like a villain in a romance novel,” I corrected with a playful smirk. “There's a difference.” Maria held up a sleek off-shoulder gown against my body and narrowed her eyes, assessing. “Hmm. And now you’re about to marry the villain. Plot twist.” I raised a brow. “Are you calling my life a N*****x series now?” “Oh honey, we’re in season three at least,” she teased, placing the gown aside and grabbing a new one. “The divorced heiress, the mysterious adoption, the family secret, and now...the bridal arc. We’re just missing a secret baby or a twin sister.”

Their arrangement was simple: maintain the facade of a loving couple for a year, with each of them pursuing their personal goals. “Kate! You’re glowing!” Jasmine’s voice broke through her thoughts as she entered the coffee shop, excitement radiating from her. “Tell me everything! How’s married life treating you?” Kate’s heart raced. She had managed to keep it from her friend that this was a contract marriage, but now, faced with Jasmine’s eager eyes, the truth felt like a boulder pressing down on her. “It’s… great! Really great!” she stammered, forcing a smile.

He married my mom, Ava Smith, not because he fell madly in love with her, but because my big brother, Steven, was in her womb. Yep, it was a case of marriage by accident or what we like to call an MBA. There was no love, but once upon a time, there definitely had been a strong attraction, or else I wouldn’t be here today. The sad thing was the attraction or whatever it was disappeared, leaving nothing but trails of betrayal.

"I don't know, I think I want to file for a divorce." Her eyes widened and she looked at me. She quickly stopped what she was doing and held my hands. "What's wrong? You can't possibly file for a divorce." She said. I caught my breath. "Mom," I called out in a whisper. "We were not supposed to fall in love and even get married. We're married by mistake, his family planned the wedding without informing us and....." She interrupted with a question. "Are you in love with him?" I raised my eyebrows slightly, and I softened my eyes a bit. "I can't do without him but I'm trying, I don't want to develop feelings for him."

She squealed in delight and immediately rang orders for the best wine in the house to be served to Daniel. Daniel felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his chest. He’d managed to find a Russian bride. She even had an eleven month old baby! Never mind that the baby was nearly one, he would just have to improvise and come up with a swoon-worthy story for the public to feed off. Both mother and baby would be flown over in two days’ time and they would officially be husband and wife for twelve months; no more, no less, before filing for divorce over ‘irreconcilable differences’. He had it all planned out and no one was going to take away what rightfully belonged to his family anymore.

His eyes locked on mine. “What the hell is so funny?” I leaned against the pew, lips curling. “You, lecturing them about mistakes, in a Vegas chapel. That’s funny.” His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” “Marriage is always a mistake,” I said, the words dripping from my tongue like venom. “It’s just contracts wrapped in flowers. At least they’ll figure it out now instead of twenty years later.” The bride gasped and the groom sputtered. The priest looked scandalized. But the man, the stranger, his jaw tightened, and fire lit in his eyes.

2 Rosie I was married. I was married against my will, with my eyes wide open. I didn’t even notice how and when we left the church, but all I knew was that now I was standing inside a beautiful luxury condo with my new husband. A husband I had somehow gained from a day’s work.