Married by Mistake E-Book

Peace Brownson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

"The Billionaire’s Bride – A Love Story You’ll Never Forget!"
💍 What if your biggest mistake was marrying the wrong person... only to discover it was exactly the right one?
Meet Emily: a down-on-her-luck assistant, mistakenly tied to a man who can buy the world but never wanted love.
Meet Alexander: the cold, calculating billionaire who thought emotions were for fools—until one fiery mistake shattered his resolve.
⚡ Secrets unravel, passions ignite, and the contract they signed binds them in ways neither could imagine.
You’ll laugh, cry, and stay up all night as Emily and Alexander face betrayal, redemption, and a love story so intense, it feels like your own.
👉 Grab Married by Mistake: The Billionaire's Bride today, and discover why readers are calling it “a masterpiece of romance with twists you’ll never see coming!”
 

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Married by Mistake

The Billionaire's Bride

Betrayal and Marriage

Part 1

Peace Brownson

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

COPYRIGHT © 2025 Peace Brownson

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner

TABLE OF CONTENT

About Author

Note to the Reader

CHAPTER 1

The Perfect Day Shattered

Chapter 2

A Stranger Among the Mass

Chapter 3

Vows Targeted Under Fire

Chapter 4

Hidden Identity of The Billionaire

Chapter 5

Contract of Marriage

Chapter 6

Into His World of Luxury

Chapter 7

Media Panic

Chapter 8

Icy Secrets of Dillon

Chapter 9

First Public Appearance for Ivy

Chapter 10

The Billionaire's Mother

Chapter 11

A Scandal's Whispers

Chapter 12

Past Resurfaces of Ivy

Chapter 13

Expected Test of Trust

Chapter 14

A Raveling Gala

Chapter 15

Dillon’s Rival Makes a Move

Chapter 16

Unspoken Chemistry

Chapter 17

Ivy Discovers Her Voice

Chapter 18

Slapped into a Media Storm

Chapter 19

The Ex-Fiancée Returns

Chapter 20

Ivy's Uncovering a Secret

Chapter 21

Dillon's Unexpected Defense

Chapter 22

Problems at the Workstation

Chapter 23

Fake Marriage Starts to Seem Real

Chapter 24

Ivy's Retaliation on the Gossipers

Chapter 25

Dillon Shares Opens

Chapter 26

Meet Through a Common Crisis

Chapter 27

Mother-in- Law Ultimatum

Chapter 28

Courageous Stand of Ivy

Chapter 29

Real Relationship Ignites

Chapter 30

A Transformational Kiss

About Author

Hi there! I'm Peace Brownson, and I absolutely love telling stories. I'm an author of novels that really spark the imagination and resonate with the heart.

I really enjoy creating worlds that are packed with emotion, intrigue, and vibrant characters.

I dive into themes like love, empowerment, second chances, and the extraordinary. My stories invite readers on a journey filled with self-discovery, romantic twists, and exciting surprises.

I think it's really important for writers to create characters that grow through their challenges.

They deal with heartbreak, betrayal, and uncovering hidden truths, but in the end, they find strength and connection.

I create stories that really pull at the heartstrings while throwing in some thrilling conflicts, making sure readers feel every high, every heartbreak, and every moment of triumph right alongside my characters.

My novels take you on a journey through both supernatural worlds and real-life challenges, mixing engaging storytelling with genuine emotion.

Come along with me on these adventures! Let’s laugh, cry, and celebrate together with the characters I create.

Hey there! I’m Peace Brownson, and I’m excited to share some stories that really connect, inspire, and spark your imagination.

Note to the Reader

Dear Readers,

Thank you for joining me on this journey through the worlds and stories I’ve had the privilege to share with you.

Your unwavering support, encouragement, and love for these characters mean more to me than words can express.

Every comment, review, and message fuels my passion and reminds me why I write—to connect, to inspire, and to entertain.

As you immerse yourself in these pages, know that your presence here makes this all worthwhile.

I hope these stories bring you as much joy, suspense, and emotion as they brought me while creating them.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for being part of this adventure. I look forward to hearing your thoughts and sharing many more tales with you in the future.

With gratitude and love,

Peace Brownson

Note: The story dose not deplete any persons alive or dead or any events in the past or in the future.

CHAPTER 1

The Perfect Day Shattered

As Ivy changed her immaculate white gown, the church bells sang in unison with her hammering heart. She was meant to be happiest on this day of her life.

Family and friends crowded the rows of pews, their faces lit with expectation as the string quartet quietly played in the background.

One final time, she looked at herself in the mirror—a picture of a bride, brilliant, ready to embrace permanently.

But she never felt ready for forever.

Ivy staggered on her approach to the great doors. From the hallway just beyond, low and urgent, voices wafted toward her.

Among them was obviously her fiancé's. Intrigued, she moved forward cautiously not to let her robe brush against the walls.

Her fiancé added, his voice cold and clinical, "I'm only doing this because she's so easy to manipulate."

"Ivy's family is worth millions; I'm not letting it get through my fingers. Still, you know I love you; always you, not her.

Ivy knew right once the velvety tone of the response: her closest buddy. "It isn't equitable. You are scheduled to wed me. Not this miserable excuse for a bride.

The earth slanted. Ivy felt her chest constrict agonizingly as the oxygen pulled from her lungs.

Every statement was a nail pushing into the casket of the life she imagined she would lead. Though betrayal burned more fiercely than tears, she resisted allowing herself to weep. Not Here. Not now.

Her thoughts flying, she staggered back almost stumbling over her train. Knowing what she knew, how could she negotiate those rows?

The murmurs, the critical looks—her humiliation would be preserved. Already circling like vultures were them.

She looked across the open doors into the hall. She could not flee past them; the press had already assembled outside. She had just one choice from that: confront it. But then how?

A notion started to develop, wild and uninformed. Her hands shook as she corrected herself and forced her breath to calm.

Her eyes locked on a tall, dark-haired guy in the rear row of the chapel, panic changed into frigid determination.

He looked strange, sloppily resting against a column, his keen eyes scanning the space as if he were already weary of being there.

His perfect black suit and strong stance shouted riches and might. He belonged neither among her friends nor relatives. Perhaps a guest of a visitor.

Every stride driven by pure will, she marched toward him. She said the words, then she could not think clearly. Marry me. As of right now.

Startled, the guy blinked but did not back off. Rather, his lips curved in the smallest of smiles, as if she had just suggested a fascinating game. "Apologize me?''

"I said, marry me." You are here, not you? Think about it: destiny.

His eyebrows raised, yet she appeared to pique his interest. He looked around, his demeanor playful yet deliberate.

" Why?"

Ivy growled between gritted teeth, her eyes flashing toward the corridor where her fiancé and closest friend remained blind. She refused to let them win.

"And since, among all people, you know how to leave an impact."

The little smile disappeared, and a strong attention took front stage. He examined her; his face was insurmountable. Ivy briefly worried he would reject.

Then he reached out with a deep, silky voice. Quite well. Allow us to make this memorable.

The weight of the choice struck Ivy as she grasped his hand, but she did not waver. Should her life fall apart, she would be the one choosing how it occurred.

The music surged. As Ivy returned down the aisle—not with her fiancé but with a stranger at her side—the audience muttered in bewildering uncertainty.

When she paused in front of the minister and announced, "We're ready," gasps sprang out.

Her ex-fiancé burst from the corridor, his face a mask of indignation. What the devil are you doing, Ivy? ‘

She turned to face his look with frigid calm. " Correcting the almost error I made."

Squeezed her hand, the stranger beside her Shall we thus? He spoke softly.

Ivy also sealed her doom with those two words.

Chapter 2

A Stranger Among the Mass

The service came to an end. Ivy had hardly recognized the words said among the pastor, the visitor, and herself.

Not the happy type, but the cautious, perplexed kind, full of whispers like an undertone of doubt, applause erupted.

Ivy's fingers quitted in the stranger's strong hold as they turned to face the shocked crowd. Cameras flashed to capture this crazy event forever.

Her heart pounding so quickly, she felt as if she would pass out and was on autopilot.

Her new spouse seemed not affected. His dark, sharp eyes peered around the room, his face cold and inscrutable.

Though he was nearly distant, he was calm and his strong hold on her grounded her from running out of the chapel.

Ivy leaned in, her words a whisper as they rerolled down the aisle together. "Who is you?""

Not turning his head, he sneers slightly. I didn't believe you cared because you didn't inquire prior to your proposal.

Her teeth clenched, but her cheeks burned. You responded yes.

"I'm not in the habit of turning down fascinating opportunities," he said gently, his voice low enough only she to hear. And then this? Of all the possibilities in my life, this could be the most intriguing one.

They moved outdoors into the sunshine, where a sea of reporters waited, before Ivy could react.

Questions burst in a symphony of anarchy.

"Who is the bride?

“What happened to the first ceremony? Is this kind of PR stunt?''

Ivy froze, overawed. The cameras and the yelling—too much. She thought of herself as a deer caught in lights.

Her new husband's arm then wrapped around her waist and drew her near. His assured presence almost made one uncomfortable.

"Smile," he said softly into her ear. "You recently wed me. Act as if this is the finest choice you have ever made.

Ivy faked a grin even as her tummy turned over. She raised her head to see his face. Something calculated in his eyes caught her both suspiciously and attractively.

The quiet was startling once they were in the limo. Ivy gripped the fabric of her dress as she sat stiffly on the soft leather sofa. Her spouse, the stranger, watched her from across with a faint, mysterious grin.

Ivy exclaimed, her voice fierce, "I need answers." Whose, are you? And why would you have approved of this craziness?"

Leaning back, he crossed one leg over the other with an uncomfortably relaxed attitude. "Dillon Kingsley. millionaire. Businessman. Regular rescuer of escaped brides.

Her eyes expanded. The name was one I knew—too familiar. Media magnet, Dillon Kingsley's name is linked to prominent corporate transactions and aggressive strategies.

He was the type of guy whose presence would make a whole boardroom uneasy. And she had lately wed him.

What is in it for you?

Ivy asked, focusing her gaze narrowly. Men like you do not act out of pure kindness from their souls.

His smile became deeper. "You are correct." I do not. He moved nearer and his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let us simply say that this arrangement helps us both. You preserve face; I... well, I have my reasons.

She shot a quick "That's not an answer."

He shrugged. For now, "it's the only one you're getting."

Their chat was cut off as the limo stopped in front of a tall building, its elegant glass front reflecting the late afternoon light. Ivy blinks perplexingly.

"This isn't my apartment," she grumbled.

"It's not." It's mine, said Dillon, getting out of the limo and reaching out a hand to assist her.

"Your wife right now is me. You will be staying with me.

Her stomach turned over. "Wait; I disagreed with that."

His eyes fixed on hers, sharp and uncompromising. I accepted because you needed my assistance. To make this credible, however, you will have to act accordingly. That implies sticking at my side.

Ivy stammered, caught between desperation and wrath. It was intolerable to consider returning to her empty apartment face her broken existence alone.

Still, entering Dillon's environment seemed like plunging into the future.

She responded, "Fine," getting out of the limo with jaws clenched. Still, this does not imply I trust you.

"I wouldn't expect you to," he said, sporting a cold grin. Not quite yet.

She saw an elderly lady sat in the opulent living room as Dillon brought Ivy inside the apartment. Turning, the woman narrowed in frigid contempt as they fell on Ivy.

"Who is this?

Her tone was stern when she inquired.

"My wife," said Dillon coolly, his hand resting possessively on Ivy's behind.

The woman's lips compressed into a narrow line, her eyes slashing over Ivy like a dagger. "You messed, Dillon." And I will see to certain you regret it.

The knowledge that this was not just about Ivy and Dillon crushed her heart. She was unsure she could survive in the world of power, deception, and adversaries she had entered.

Chapter 3

Vows Targeted Under Fire

Though the penthouse's living area exuded luxury, it was very cold. Eleanor Kingsley, the older lady Dill introduced as his mother, had corrected Ivy with a scathing stare that made her feel like an unwanted visitor.

"She's not what you promised," Eleanor replied, her voice stern. You are playing with fire, Dillon.

Feeling out of her reach, Ivy choked hard. Not helped was Dillon's cool, almost amused attitude. Slightly smiling, he poured himself a drink from the crystal decanter on the side table.

Sipping his drink, Mother should know by now, he added, "I never promise anything I do not intend to deliver." My wife is Ivy; all that counts is her.

Eleanor turned her frigid look on Ivy, clearly contemptuous. Everyone will realize that you belong nowhere. I will finish whatever game you are playing.

Ivy answered by opening her lips, but stopped herself. At least not yet, this was not her war. Rather, she stood straighter and looked Eleanor with as much assurance as she could.

"Your approval doesn't matter," Ivy whispered but firmly. "This falls between me and Dillon.

The lips of Dillon quitted in what may have been the smallest sign of acceptance. Eleanor, however, seemed as if she may crack.