All Chapters of Wrong bride to the right husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“The veil covered half my face. My hand shook as I reached for the pen. I hadn’t seen his face yet. No one had. And yet… here I was, signing my name beside his on a marriage contract I didn’t choose” __________________________________ Three Days Earlier… I had woken up to a bad headache probably because I didn't have a proper night rest. I was up until one in the morning. My father gave me some documents to sort out. These were documents that had been long forgotten and scrapped in one corner. They were documents that should have been sorted out by Aria, since it was from her company. Aria's my twin sister. We share the same face and family name, that's all. We don't even have the same skin tone or voice. Basically everything is different about us. She is the director of one of my dad's companies, though she is bad at handling company affairs and that's the reason I'm sorting her mess. She is the pretty one. Elegant and a true epitome of beauty. Men desire her and

I woke up feeling weak and tired. Yesterday was so stressful for me. I tried rubbing the back of my head but my hand was numb. I must have laid on it for a long time. I started hitting it to revive it. After several attempts, it was back to normal and I rubbed my eyes. The morning sun was visible in the room and it gave the room a new look, different from how it was yesterday night. Speaking of yesterday night, I remember someone held me and kissed my neck. I touched my neck and looked around the room to know if anyone was there. I've been checking this room a lot ever since I arrived. “Was I hallucinating?” “No, it can't be. It was so real and the kiss had an effect on me… A knock came at the door and I wasn't sure if I should open the door. I just sat on the bed, staring at the door with my hand still resting on my neck. “Ma'am, your breakfast is served” A feminine voice outside spoke. “Ma'am” I didn't respond. It felt new to me to be referred to as ma'am. No

It was my 18th birthday week and I was stoked about it. Even though I wasn't sure if my parents planned anything for me, I was so happy I was gradually transitioning into adulthood. Then, I was eager to become an adult, so my parents won't have control over me.We were on a summer holiday and that was more than the perfect time for a birthday celebration. I already had a dress in mind but I didn't have enough money to buy it. The dress cost $50 and I had $35. I decided to ask my parents for the remaining amount.That afternoon I entered the sitting room where my father was watching a news broadcast.My mother and sister had gone out since morning. I was sure they were shopping and also inviting friends. That was the best chance I had to ask my father for money so Aria wouldn't interfere.I entered the sitting room slowly and moved towards him. I was conscious not to obstruct his view as he could use that as an avenue not to give me any money.I stood there watching him. He noticed

At that point, I was already a crying mess. I was sitting by the wall, with my legs bent up to my chest while my face was placed on my leg.The song kept replaying, while I continued crying. As all these memories flashed before me, I felt so sad and angry at the same time.Sad that my first love had to end that way, and angry that he did that to me. As if on impulse, I rushed towards the MP3 and turned it off. It was only causing me pain.“How did this MP3 containing this song get to be in this house?”“This song was mine and…his, so…“What if he knows someone that lives here and forgot it here?”“Or what if he…lives here?” I shuddered at that thought.“There is definitely no way he would live here” I assured myself. This world can't be that small.Even after the assurance, the thought still lurked at the back of my mind.I was going to observe every single soul that I came across. I would recognise him if I saw him.I used my hand to wipe a few tears off my face. I took the towel

Days turned into weeks and I found myself slowly drawing closer to Darren. He too was a nice guy. He observed virtually everything about me and also knew a lot about me…surprisingly, I didn't know how.He still didn't show his face to the public and the news and articles said a lot of things about him; how he was in the mafia, had tons of enemies that he was hiding his face from and so much more. But none of that was true, he cared for me and showed me affection in some way. Our marriage was not as bad as I thought it would. On one particular occasion at night, I was having nightmares. I normally have nightmares from my childhood. I couldn't sleep that night so I went downstairs to have some water and maybe enjoy the night breeze. The whole house was very silent. The only sound that could be heard were my footsteps as I walked down the stairs.I had already taken out a bottle of water from the freezer and wanted to leave the kitchen when I bumped into someone and I felt hot liquid