Husband By Error
Series One:
On her wedding day, Isabella Hernando stared into the mirror and wondered-
how could she possibly marry someone she barely remembered?
Miguel Martez, the man she was arranged to wed, was only a childhood friend who had long since disappeared.
But just before the ceremony was about to begin, Miguel vanished without a trace.
To save the family's reputation, Maximilian Martez, his elder brother, was forced to take his place at the altar-
without anyone knowing, not even the bride herself.
But when Isabella finally stood before the man,
she was shocked.
That face, those eyes... that voice...
Series Two:
Adeline Martez is a quiet, introverted girl who grew up cherished and spoiled by her parents. Marriage was never something she worried about-until the day her parents announced her arranged match.
Her groom-to-be?
Jason Castello-the man she despised most.
Her senior.
Her tormentor.
The shameless bully who had made her school days miserable.
Adeline fought with everything she had to escape the engagement.
But the harder she pushed him away, the tighter Jason held on.
One stubborn cat.
One relentless dog.
When hatred sparks, tempers clash, and neither is willing to surrender-
how does a battlefield turn into a marriage?
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Chapter 2
Both women turned toward her, surprised by the seriousness in her tone.
Isabella took a quiet breath, lowering her gaze for a moment before meeting their eyes again-steady and composed.
"I'm truly grateful that you and Mom care about me," she began softly. "But... I don't think marriage is something that should be arranged like this."
Her mother blinked, taken aback. "Isabella-"
"I mean no disrespect," Isabella continued, her tone polite but unwavering. "Miguel is a wonderful man, and I'll always think of him as a good friend. But that's all. I'm not ready for marriage right now-and I don't want to agree to something I can't sincerely accept."
Mrs. Martez's smile faltered slightly, though her voice remained kind. "Oh, dear, we didn't mean to pressure you. We just thought it might make both our families happy."
"I know," Isabella replied gently, "and I truly appreciate that. But please forgive me for declining."
A brief silence followed. Then Isabella stood, offering them both a small, respectful smile. "If you'll excuse me, I've had a long day. I think I'll rest for a while."
Her mother blinked in surprise. "Isabella-"
But Isabella only nodded politely and turned away. Her mother frowned, disappointment flickering across her face, yet Isabella didn't argue further. She walked upstairs quietly, each step light but firm.
When her door finally closed behind her, she leaned back against it and exhaled slowly.
Her heart was heavy, but her conscience was clear.
She whispered to herself, "I did the right thing."
Downstairs, silence lingered for a few moments before Mrs. Hernando spoke, her tone apologetic.
"I'm so sorry, Anna. I didn't expect her to react that way. She's always been such an obedient girl."
Mrs. Martez waved her hand gently. "Don't apologize. She's grown up. I suppose it's natural for her to have her own thoughts now."
"Yes, but still... I hope she didn't offend you," Mrs. Hernando said quickly, glancing toward the stairs with worry.
Mrs. Martez gave a faint smile, though her eyes carried a trace of disappointment. "No offense taken," she said kindly. "Perhaps she just needs some time to think. They haven't seen each other in years-who knows? Maybe they'll like each other once they meet again. I'll speak with Miguel about it later."
When she left that evening, the house fell into a heavy silence.
Mrs. Hernando sat alone in the quiet living room, her fingers absently twisting the hem of her sleeve. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
"She used to agree to everything I said," she murmured. "When did she start drifting away from me?"
It was Sunday morning.
Isabella had just finished jogging in the park and was walking home along the quiet street. Her thoughts wandered aimlessly, her gaze distant. Sweat clung to her skin, and her throat felt dry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the heaviness in her chest.
Suddenly, a familiar voice snapped her out of her daze.
"Isabella!"
Startled, she looked up and saw a young woman standing in front of her. Samantha-her best friend since high school and college.
"Oh my God, Samantha! You scared me!" Isabella exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest.
Samantha chuckled softly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. You were walking like you were miles away, so I thought I'd wake you up a little."
Isabella sighed, brushing away the strands of hair stuck to her damp forehead.
"Yeah... maybe I was just overthinking," she muttered.
"Are you okay? You seem a little out of it," Samantha asked, tilting her head in concern.
"I'm fine, really. By the way, what are you doing here?" Isabella asked.
"I was on my way to your house! We planned to go out today, remember?" Samantha narrowed her eyes playfully. "Don't tell me you forgot."
"Ahh, I did! I completely forgot. I'm so sorry," Isabella said with an apologetic smile.
"I knew it," Samantha teased with a grin. "But what on earth made you forget your date with me?"
"Ah..." Isabella exhaled, feeling helpless. "You know, my mom tried to match me with Aunt Martez's son-Miguel."
"Wait, Miguel? The guy you told me about ages ago? Your childhood sweetheart, right?" Samantha teased, grinning.
"Nooo-he's not my childhood sweetheart!" Isabella protested, laughing as her cheeks flushed pink. "He's just a friend."
"Alright, alright-a friend," Samantha said, laughing. "But honestly, if your mom's that worried, why not consider it? You're not seeing anyone, after all."
The teasing tone was light, but the words hit heavier than Isabella expected. She sighed, her smile fading. "I don't even know how he is now. We haven't seen each other in ten years."
"Ooh... so you're worried he turned out ugly, huh?" Samantha laughed.
"No!" Isabella frowned, half annoyed, half amused. "Samantha, can you be serious for once? God!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Samantha said quickly, raising her hands in mock surrender before softening her tone. "But seriously, I think you should at least consider it. He's from a good family, you know. As your best friend, I'll support whatever you decide."
"You're the best, you know that?" Isabella said, nudging her shoulder. "Come on, let's go home first. I need to get ready and tell my mom."
"Fine by me," Samantha said cheerfully, letting Isabella grab her hand as they walked side by side.
The two friends chatted and laughed all the way home, just like they always did. Isabella didn't have many close friends-Samantha was more like a sister, someone she could truly rely on. Their bond was unshakable.
Neither of them knew how quickly that bright morning was about to turn dark.
When they arrived at the house, Isabella twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.
"I'm home, Mom!" she called brightly.
No answer.
She frowned. The house felt unusually quiet. Then she heard it-a faint, wheezing cough from deeper inside. Her heart dropped.
"Mom?" she called again, her voice trembling as she hurried toward the sound.
The coughing grew louder with every step.
Samantha followed close behind, her face etched with concern as they rushed inside.
They found Mrs. Hernando slumped on the couch, her face pale as paper. She clutched her chest, coughing so violently that her whole body shook.
"Mom!" Isabella cried, rushing forward.
She knelt beside her mother, gently holding her shoulders. "Mom, are you okay? Please, talk to me!"
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7.2
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Reborn, Sarah returns with one goal-revenge.
This time, she won't be the fool.
And with the Knox, the most dangerous man by her side...
she'll ruin them all, and take back everything that belongs to her.
Promotional line: They killed me once. This time, I'll destroy them first.
8.5
A spiked martini at her second-anniversary party led Amelia to stumble into a dark VIP suite, where she unexpectedly lost her virginity to a stranger.
Returning home, the morning light revealed her husband, Kyler, reeking of another woman's perfume, with red lipstick on his collar and a fresh scratch below his ear.
The suffocating guilt of her own mistake instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp block of ice. Kyler, instead of apologizing, mocked her and threatened to cut off her ailing mother's nursing home funding if she didn't play the loving wife.
His two years of coldness and refusal to touch her, claiming stress, were exposed as a pathetic, disgusting lie. Amelia, refusing to be a victim, filed for divorce and began a digital hunt for the IP address that had wiped the club's security servers.
Amidst this escalating fight, she encountered Kyler's formidable half-brother, Jonas Brown, her old academic rival. The familiar scent of crisp cedar and dark tobacco, combined with a fresh scratch on his hand, sparked a terrifying, impossible suspicion.
Then, trapped in his car, a phone call confirmed her custom Cartier ring was missing from the very penthouse suite where she'd spent that fateful night. The horrifying truth slammed into her: Jonas was the stranger. Without a word, she Venmoed him $5,000.00 with the note: "Service fee and hush money." This was war.
8.7
At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died.
I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests.
He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride.
Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene.
That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground.
7.2
Blurb:
They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right.
Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world.
But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape.
What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction.
Then everything shattered.
A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks.
When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same.
Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in.
But Xavier has made one thing clear.
He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears.
Even if it means losing her forever.
7.3
After losing both her parents at a tender age, Ciara experiences coldness despite having her best friend Carlista whose parents chose to raise her, she faces several oppositions from extended family and even outside pressure as a result of her inherited wealth; she falls in love with her best friend's brother who refuses to acknowledge their relationship to the public.
9.2
Swapped at birth, Eileen was returned to her real family on her eighteenth birthday-only to be betrayed by them that very night.
To protect their precious fake sister, her three brothers forced Eileen and sent her to prison.
For four brutal years, she was beaten, humiliated, and abandoned, while not one relative came to see her.
When she finally walked free, her family and fiancé still treated her like a stain. So Eileen cut them off for good.
Then a limited-edition limo stopped at their door, and the man beside her made the whole family tremble.
It turned out Eileen had long since made a name for herself around the world.
"Mess with my woman, and I'll make you fucking regret it."