Oops I Married A Prince の小説・ストーリー

"Now," Ella J. Scott sat forward in her chair during the interview with the Royal Family, looking directly at Grayson. "Prince Grayson, are there any truths to the accusation that you bought your wife through AmericanMate?" Grayson smiled. "Ms. Scott, as you know, slavery has been outlawed in this country for quite some time now. Years ago, arranged marriages were standard practice in the Royal Family. After my very public breakup with Dima Franz, I decided to have an arranged marriage with AmericanMate." He reached over and held Ari's hand and smiled. "And that was when I met my lovely wife, Her Royal Highness Princess Ari Douglas Pierce of Estrea. Luckily, it worked out very well. We hit i

"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.

“He’s all talk. Don’t worry. Besides, I actually know how to use a sword: I doubt he does. I’ll keep you safe.” “Oh, sir, I have no doubt. I just hope you don’t get on his bad side. He might actually kill you.” I chuckled. “He’d get lost in this maze of a palace within five minutes and end up begging a footman for directions. And if I were worried about an Irishman losing his temper, I wouldn’t be marrying an Irishwoman with a temper equally as bad.” Once upon a time, a prince married a princess.

He shook his head and was quiet for a few seconds before saying, "Alex should have also told me, I thought he was my friend. He knew this was a contract and he let us get married without telling us." I frowned and gave a cough that was suppressed to sound normal but sounded sarcastic instead. Laughing, I replied. "I'm free from Aunt Patricia, she never loved me." He chuckled and nudged me with an elbow. "Yeah, maybe!" I took a deep breath, pushed my hair out of my eyes and looked at him with a smile. "I'm really confused. Bill might be out there and now, I'm married to you." "We can always get a divorce." He suggested.

An idiot who didn’t realize that she was being used. Yes, that is right. I won’t let this family be ending up in tragic fate again. That happened because I’m so weak and all I can think is getting married to the first prince. Even my family supporting for the throne is the second prince. The previous me pushed her wants to be wed to the first prince. I even held against and bully Sophia. Since Sophia is the kind beautiful girl the first prince meets after we got married. When the prince sat on the throne he announced our divorcement. Since, his reason is that he truly loves Sophia. I was only a pawn that had already served its purpose. To help him sit on the throne without a sweat.

Opinions from strangers who knew nothing about me but somehow felt entitled to explain my marriage. Some called me lucky. Some called me ambitious. Others said I had planned everything from the beginning. One person wrote that I had “married into a life I could never have earned.” I stared at that sentence for a long time. Then came the headline I hated most. “The American Outsider Who Captured a Prince.” I showed it to him. He read it without saying anything. Then he reached over, took my phone from my hand, and locked the screen. “Don’t read them.”

Yet. "You will be! After tonight! Because tonight, my cold grandson is finally going to marry you properly!" Grandma clapped. Elise froze, holding white roses. "Properly? But we already married... at Chelsea Registry Office... by mistake..." "That was mistake marriage! With plastic folder and Zara dress! My grandson is worth £98 billion! He cannot have mistake marriage! He needs real wedding! Tonight! At Claridge's Ballroom! I booked it! 500 people! Princesses! And you will wear Dior! Real Dior! Not Zara!"

The phone number and WhatsApp on the business card were already circled with a pen, and a line was written next to it: Contact me, and I'll let you know the charm and power of the Class Prince. This sentence made Maia feel disgusted. Priscilla didn't see the line on the business card, but her intuition was sharp, and she sensed the awkward atmosphere. Priscilla tried to the tension. "Class Prince, have you watched my romance reality show?" "I'm a married man. Watching a romance reality show doesn't seem appropriate, right?" the Class Prince said with a smile, looking at Maia. "Right, Maia?" "Aren’t you already married?" Maia asked in return.

The Madam stood in front of them, "As you all know it is the marriage of the Prince and Princess and on the same day you all have your ceremony of becoming the prince's official concubines. Aurora was shocked, she was picked to be a concubine? How had this all come about, never in her wildest dreams did she ever feel as if she could be good enough to be anything besides a maid. The days leading up to the wedding, were long with vigorous training and getting scrubbed day in and day out. Aurora wanted to tell her friends that she was fine but it was against the rules for her to go outside. The food was way much better and were she slept was amazing. "Have you seen the Prince?" Caroline asked.

"I'm too tired to tell you everything. But to make the story short, I gambled." "You gambled? With Terrence Gray?" "He was a collateral damage. I just mistakenly married him because of some stupid and complicated game of fate. He helped me get the company back and in exchange, I'll stay with him for a year." When I looked at Georgina again, her lips were parted. I groaned. "Come on, Georgiana…" "It doesn't make sense, Em. Why would you mistakenly marry him? I mean…he was at your wedding?" I chuckled after remembering the situation. "It was the other way around, Georgina. I was at his wedding."