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 3
Mrs. Hernando tried to speak, but her voice came out weak and trembling.
"I–I'm fine, dear... just a little dizzy..."
Before she could finish, a violent fit of coughing overtook her.
"Sam, call an ambulance!" Isabella shouted.
Samantha's hands shook as she fumbled for her phone and dialed emergency services. Isabella's heart pounded as she supported her mother, trying to steady her breathing, tears stinging her eyes.
Moments later, sirens wailed in the distance, slicing through the quiet afternoon. Paramedics rushed in, swiftly lifting Mrs. Hernando onto a stretcher. Isabella clung to her mother's hand until the last possible moment before following the stretcher into the ambulance.
At the hospital, time blurred into a haze. Isabella sat outside the emergency room, still in her damp joggers, her hands clasped tightly together. Samantha sat beside her, silent but steady.
After what felt like hours, the doctor finally emerged, his expression grave.
"Are you her daughter?"
"Yes," Isabella said quickly, standing. "How's my mother?"
"She's stable for now," he replied, removing his glasses, "but her heart condition has worsened. She's been under a lot of stress. Any emotional strain could be dangerous. We'll need to monitor her closely for the next few days."
The words hit Isabella like a bucket of ice water. She'd known her mother was unwell-but not this serious.
Samantha reached over and squeezed her hand. "She's going to be okay, Bella. Your mom's strong."
Isabella nodded faintly, but guilt gnawed at her chest.
Was this because of me? Because I upset her earlier?
Later that afternoon, Mrs. Martez arrived with a basket of fruit and worry written across her face. Isabella was seated beside her mother's bed, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest.
"My dear," Mrs. Martez said softly, placing a gentle hand on Isabella's shoulder. "I came as soon as I heard."
"Thank you, Aunt Martez," Isabella murmured. Her voice was hoarse, her eyes rimmed red.
A faint whisper came from the bed. "Bella..."
Isabella's head snapped toward her mother. "Mom?" She leaned forward, taking her hand. "I'm here."
"Adeline," Mrs. Martez greeted warmly. "How are you feeling?"
Mrs. Hernando turned her head slightly and smiled weakly. "Better now. Thank you for coming, Anna."
"I was worried when I heard," Mrs. Martez said, setting the basket down. "You need to take it easy for a while."
Mrs. Hernando's expression grew thoughtful. After a pause, she reached for her daughter's hand.
"Bella," she said softly, "there's something I want to talk to you about."
Isabella's brows knitted. "What is it, Mom?"
Her mother's frail fingers tightened around hers. "Bella, I... I hope you'll consider marrying soon. I'm afraid that if one day I'm gone-"
"Mom, please," Isabella interrupted quickly, her voice breaking. "Don't say that."
Mrs. Hernando gave a weak smile and brushed a tear from her daughter's cheek. Slowly, she sat up, cupping Isabella's face in her trembling hands.
"My dear, no one knows how long we have in this world. I just worry... if I'm no longer here and you're still alone, who will protect you? Who will take care of you?"
The words pierced through Isabella like a blade. She leaned forward, wrapping her mother in her arms, tears spilling freely.
"I'll be fine, Mom... I promise. Please don't talk like that."
Mrs. Hernando stroked her hair gently. "I know you don't like the idea of an arranged marriage, Bella, but if something happens to me, I'd rest easier knowing you're not alone. Miguel's a good man, from a kind family. It would give me peace to see you settled... happy... and cared for."
"Mom..." Isabella whispered, torn between sorrow and disbelief.
Her mother squeezed her hand lightly. "I'm not forcing you, sweetheart. Just think about it. Treat it as my wish-not an obligation, but something from a mother's heart."
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the steady beep of the heart monitor. Isabella lowered her gaze, her mother's words echoing softly in her mind.
Treat it as my wish.
"Bella, don't you pity your mother?" Mrs. Martez added gently. "She only wants to see you married before she's too old to attend your wedding."
Isabella bit her lip, a knot forming in her throat.
Like Sam said... maybe I should just agree. I don't have a boyfriend, and if this makes Mom happy... what harm could it do?
"Does Miguel know about this?" she finally asked.
"Don't worry," Mrs. Martez said with a reassuring smile. "He'll listen to me."
Isabella exhaled slowly. "All right, Aunt. But please, talk to Miguel first. I don't want something this important decided without his say."
Then she turned to her mother, forcing a faint smile. "If this makes you happy, Mom... I'll try."
Her mother's eyes brightened with relief. Mrs. Martez smiled too, the tension in the room finally softening.
The three women shared a quiet laugh-fragile but genuine. For the first time all day, the heaviness lifted.
When the visit ended, Isabella walked Mrs. Martez to the hospital lobby and waited until her car disappeared around the corner.
Ten years... I barely even remember what Miguel looks like. But if this makes Mom happy... maybe that's enough.
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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."