Caught In The Wrong Marriage With My Mr. Right

"But your marriage had already been recorded! What were you doing here? Attempting a second marriage while the first was still valid was illegal!"

Alina Dumas left the courthouse in a daze, her fingers gripping a marriage certificate that was still fresh. The man beside her-hired to pose as her husband for just one day-stepped back, as if reality had finally hit him. He stared at her, his mouth slightly open. "You're already married? Why hire me for a fake ceremony, then?" He snatched up his coat and let out an irritated sigh. "The deposit isn't refundable. Farewell." With that, he disappeared.

Alina stood rooted to the spot. Married? Her? She had never even dated anyone, much less thought about a serious commitment. She lowered her eyes to the paper, the official document trembling between her fingers. There she was in the photograph-a forced smile, an awkward look, and that small beauty mark at the corner of her eye, leaving no room for doubt. It was definitely her. But the man beside her... His face was unfamiliar. He had sharp features, a long nose, thin lips, and eyes so deep they seemed to burn right through the image, warning her in silence. Beneath the photo, a name was printed: Nohan Leroux.

She had never heard of him.

The budding panic quickly hardened into determination. Alina took a photo of the marriage certificate and sent it through WhatsApp to an anonymous contact-a simple black avatar, no name attached-with a message: "Find out who this is." The reply came almost instantly: "Received."

She put away her phone, climbed onto her old electric scooter, and made her way toward the family home in an upscale neighborhood, her heart pounding in her chest. That day, her half-sister Maïa was celebrating her engagement. The property sparkled with luxurious decorations. Servants hurried about, and temporary workers busied themselves at the entrance.

She had barely gotten off her scooter before the whispers began.

"Who is this beauty?"

"Quiet. She was the illegitimate child the master never acknowledged."

"Her mother had been the lover. She had arrived pregnant, while Mrs. Dumas was already about to give birth. They had delivered on the same day, in the same house. A scandal."

"She knows her place. After leaving for boarding school, she had rarely come back. So why had she returned today?"

Alina swallowed her pride, kept her head down, and crossed the hall. Her mother, Line, waited at the door. Elegant but visibly tense. She took Alina by the arm. "Come upstairs with me to see your sister. Did you receive the marriage certificate?"

Alina answered in a neutral voice, "Yes." It was the truth, even if the man named on the certificate had nothing to do with the one originally intended.

"Perfect. Don't forget who you are. Ayden Leroux is promised to Maïa. He comes from noble blood, and he would never belong to a woman like you. Only Maïa could marry him."

A cold glint flashed in Alina's eyes. Ayden Leroux... The same man who had pursued her for four years in college, only to propose to Maïa on the day they graduated. As soon as Line had learned of it, she had forced Alina to marry a stranger, hoping to erase any trace of a connection between her and Ayden.

It had always been this way. Whenever a choice had to be made between her and Maïa, Line had crushed her without a second thought. She was the hidden daughter, the family's living shame. Alina had been taught to stay quiet. But today...

She clenched her teeth. "We agreed this would be the last time."

Line pressed her lips together, clearly annoyed. "Fine."

They walked into Maïa's room. The young woman, radiant in her designer dress, sat like a queen, surrounded by precious jewels. Alina, dressed modestly, held her head high. Maïa smiled. "Alina? What a surprise."

Before Alina could answer, Line cut in. "Your sister got married today."

Maïa's eyes widened. "Already? Who's the lucky one? Is he better than Ayden?"

Line burst out laughing. "Of course not. No one could compare to Ayden. Alina's husband was a complete failure, not even brave enough to show his face. He must have been too ashamed."

Maïa frowned. "Still, Alina was pretty. Ayden used to like her back then."

"Pretty or not, a worn shoe could only end up with a ragged sock. An illegitimate daughter would only marry someone society had already cast aside. Ayden was just toying with her, nothing more. Only you, Maïa, could ever be his equal."

Alina's brow furrowed. The man on that certificate, Nohan Leroux, hardly seemed like a loser. Something didn't add up. But she kept silent. Not now.

Maïa had been picking out her jewelry. Her dress was so tight she couldn't bend over. She smiled at Alina. Without a hint of hesitation, Line ordered, "Help your sister with her shoes."

Alina froze. It was always the same story. She was always treated like a servant. She lifted her head, her gaze steady and stern. "You can do it yourself."

Line exploded. "Alina Dumas! Who do you think you are? Do you really believe you matter just because you married some worthless freeloader?"

"In the end, you would always have to rely on the Dumas family!" Line thundered, her voice slicing through the room like a sharp arrow. "If you chose not to settle things with your sister today, there would come a time when you and your husband would be on your knees in front of her, begging her to save you! Don't ever forget that the Dumas Family took you in and raised you. You owe them loyalty, the same way a servant is expected to obey the people in charge!"

At that moment, the shadow of a man stretched across the floor, tall and imposing as he stood in the doorway. Samuel Dumas had arrived. He frowned, his deep voice reverberating through the room. "We are expecting an important guest, and you still find a way to bicker like children?"

Maïa put on an innocent expression and looked away. Meanwhile, Line jumped right into her favorite role: the victim. "It's all because of that ungrateful girl! She despises her own mother, just because she got married today..."

Samuel Dumas fixed his piercing gaze on Alina. "You got married? Why didn't you wait for someone truly worthy to be introduced? Will you show me this marriage certificate?"

A brief silence settled over the room. Alina stood frozen, hesitating to take out the precious document. But, whether from remorse or a spark of defiance, she finally pulled it slowly from her bag. Before she could even offer it, Line snatched it eagerly from her hands. "Let me see what sort of failure you ended up marrying!" she said. Maïa, grinning, added playfully, "And tell us, Dad... Who is this impressive guest that's got you so excited?"

At that, Samuel Dumas seemed to come alive again. He straightened his back, his eyes shining with pride. "It's Nohan Leroux."

Alina stood in shock. Nohan Leroux? The name echoed in her mind like thunder breaking a silent night. Maïa, still curious, narrowed her eyes. "Who is Nohan Leroux? Is he really someone important?"

Even Alina, who knew the affluent circles of Solaria well, had never heard of him. Samuel Dumas answered in a mysterious tone, "He isn't known to the general public. I've never met him myself. He's Ayden Leroux's young uncle. Barely twenty-eight, but he truly runs the entire Leroux dynasty."

Line's eyes widened. "In that case... he would be a far better match for Maïa than Ayden! Power always outweighed pedigree."

Samuel Dumas cut her off sharply. "Don't speak nonsense. Mr. Leroux is already married!"

A chill went down Alina's spine. Married? If it really was his name on the certificate... then Nohan would soon learn what had happened. Line, clearly disappointed, muttered, "So who is this woman? What luck she must have..."

Samuel Dumas only shrugged. "No one has a clue. People say he and his wife avoid all social events." He looked troubled. "I still don't get what made him come here today, of all days, to this engagement party..."

The Leroux family, giants in Solaria, had embodied absolute power. Compared to them, the Dumas were merely bourgeois with a touch of influence. For someone like Nohan Leroux to actually show up in person... Felt almost unreal.

"Maybe Maïa was simply irresistible! Oh!" Line exclaimed, her face glowing with delight. "Maïa, that necklace looked ridiculous in front of such important guests. Hurry, let's dress you up with jewelry that's truly worthy!" She absentmindedly handed the certificate back to Alina, then pulled Maïa by the arm toward the jewelry room, leaving the others behind without a second thought.

Standing off to the side, Alina watched it all unfold with a bitter smile. "Sir, the Leroux family will arrive soon," the butler announced respectfully.

Samuel Dumas descended the stairs at a measured pace, casting a cold glance at Alina. "You haven't come back in ages. Have a drink and then leave."

Alina nodded. She had only one wish. To stay and finally lay eyes on the man called Nohan Leroux.

Upstairs, Line was frantically selecting the most luxurious necklaces for Maïa, layering her with pearls and diamonds. As she admired the young woman's beauty, pride filled her eyes. For over twenty years, Line had secretly despised Jodie Vega-Mrs. Dumas. Back then, she had orchestrated a scandal, given birth on the same day, and even switched the babies at the hospital... so her own daughter could grow up in luxury while Jodie's child lived as an outcast.

That day, her revenge felt complete. Maïa was about to have a lavish wedding, sparkling with diamonds, while Alina-whom she saw as nothing but a mistake of fate-remained a penniless commoner, forced to marry a man of no consequence. Line savored this turn of fate with a wicked sense of satisfaction.

Downstairs, Alina leaned against the wall, quietly watching the grand entrance. The arrival of the Leroux family was imminent.

Then, slowly, another figure began to descend the stairs: Mrs. Dumas. Leaning on a maid for support and dressed in violet, she looked frail and thin, yet radiated a rare sense of dignity.

"Madam, you are too weak. It would be better if you didn't go down," the maid whispered.

Mrs. Dumas shook her head gently, her voice broken by a cough. "No... I cannot... It's Maïa's big day..."

They didn't notice Alina, who lingered quietly in the shadows. She watched them walk away, her heart weighed down with emotion. It was ironic-in this family that had always pushed her aside, the only person to show her any tenderness was the one who should have had every reason to resent her. Mrs. Dumas, fragile yet proud, had embodied true nobility in Alina's eyes.

Line, on the other hand, had never truly been a mother. She had often neglected to feed Alina, leaving her to cry alone in the dark.

But that night, Alina did not cry. Instead, she stood ready to discover whether Nohan Leroux-the mysterious name on her certificate-was truly the man everyone feared, or the one they hoped for.

When Alina was a child, she had been little more than a gaunt shadow drifting through the streets, her belly always empty and her eyes too large for her thin face. She learned to walk at the same time she figured out how to scavenge through the trash bags behind the houses in the suburbs. One blustery afternoon, just as she tried to pull a crust of moldy bread from a bag, a gentle yet steady figure stopped her. From that day forward, Mrs. Dumas left a plate of leftovers behind her fence every morning, never saying a single word. This quiet ritual continued for twelve long years.

Without that helping hand, Alina likely wouldn't have survived.

Now, as Mrs. Dumas walked away with slow, weary steps, her persistent cough giving her away, Alina felt a sharp ache in her chest. Just then, a commotion erupted at the entrance. The Leroux family had arrived, making their presence known as if with a burst of trumpets. Samuel Dumas and Mrs. Dumas greeted them warmly. After a brief exchange, they stepped aside to allow an elegant procession to pass through. Among them was Nohan Leroux, striking in a custom black suit, moving with the assured air of a king among his people. In person, he was even more impressive than in the photos: a strong jaw, intense gaze, pressed lips, and the posture of someone born to command. His eyes swept over the crowd and lingered on Alina for a moment. A shiver ran down her spine when their eyes met. The moment lasted only a second, but it was thick with tension. He looked away before she could make sense of what his stare meant.

Samuel Dumas greeted him with a cheerful question. "Mr. Leroux, is your wife not with you today?"

The question struck Alina like a shockwave. She could feel Nohan's gaze on her again, this time even more insistent. He replied with a distant tone, "She couldn't make it."

They moved toward the living room, the conversation turning to wedding preparations. Ayden Leroux followed the elders, looking more refined than ever in his suit. He seemed completely unaware of Alina's presence, quietly speaking to Maïa instead. Around Nohan, the salon hummed with energy as he sat in the seat of honor.

Alina kept to the edges, silent, simply watching as the guests lost themselves in their shallow conversations. Suddenly, Line appeared out of nowhere and seized her arm roughly.

"Alina! Why are you still hanging around? Can't you just leave Ayden alone? He's your brother-in-law now!"

Alina pulled her arm free and gave a cool smile.

"There's no reason to get so agitated. I'm not here to cause trouble. Mr. Dumas invited me for a drink to celebrate."

Ever since her teenage years, she had always called Samuel Dumas simply "Mr. Dumas," a way of showing a distant sort of respect.

Line scowled in response.

"Do you really believe everything he says? Can't you see you don't belong here? Even I wouldn't dare embarrass the Dumas like this, and you-a bastard with no status-think you have any place at this table? Leave before you bring shame on everyone!"

Alina burned with frustration inside. Would this woman ever stop talking?

She was just about to retort when she noticed Nohan Leroux standing up. He showed his phone, excused himself for a moment, and stepped out onto the balcony. Alina's eyes brightened.

"Fine," she said.

She brushed past Line and slipped quietly out of the living room, staying within the house. She made her way upstairs and out to the balcony that overlooked the garden. Nohan had just ended his call. When he spotted her, he fixed her with a cold stare. Alina hesitated, then softly murmured, "Darling?"

The private balcony dulled the noise from the living room. Nohan looked at her in confusion, his deep eyes unreadable. Without a word, he turned abruptly, as if to leave. Alina stepped in front of him, blocking his way. He stopped and frowned.

"Step aside."

His voice, deep and steady, had a dark, almost dangerous softness to it.

Alina felt her stomach knot.

"You... you don't recognize me?"

Nohan looked her over from head to toe.

"Should I?"

From the moment he had crossed the Dumas' threshold, he had felt a burning stare on him. It wasn't the kind of saccharine look he had grown used to, but something raw and genuine. That was what had made him steal a few glances back. The young woman was striking, with a calm yet defiant presence-and that small beauty mark at the corner of her eye, almost too perfect to be real.

But she had dared to call him darling.

Annoyed, Nohan answered sharply, "Miss, I am a married man. Please keep your distance."

Alina stepped back a little, taken aback. So he truly didn't remember her. But how could he claim to be married then? She pulled a folded document from her bag.

"May I ask who your wife is?"

"That's none of your concern."

His tone was icy.

She handed him a copy of their marriage certificate.

"Mr. Leroux, the man on this document-this is you, isn't it?"

Nohan lowered his gaze and read the names. The bride's name was Alina Dumas.

He looked up, his expression turning sarcastic.

"Miss Dumas, is this supposed to be a forgery? You could have tried harder. Getting a professional copy costs next to nothing."

He spun around and walked away, steering clear of the living room as he made his way straight through the garden toward the parking lot.

Alina hurried after him, but two security guards dressed in black blocked her path.

"Mr. Leroux! This certificate is real! You can check with the courthouse!"

Nohan didn't look back. He got into his car and vanished into the night.

His assistant, who had lingered behind, soon reappeared in the living room. Maïa immediately stopped him, her face etched with worry.

She had seen the entire scene unfold, though she hadn't caught what was said.

"Why did Mr. Leroux leave so suddenly?" she asked. "Did someone offend him?"