Bride By Mistake Movie Novels & Stories

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

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"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

Her crowning glory. She reached the restroom and entered the nearest empty cubicle. She emerged from the restroom a few moments later, ready to find the bride. She saw her chatting with other female guests. Now is the time to approach her. She will execute her plan flawlessly and make it look like it was accidental. She was walking towards the bride with her 5-inch stiletto high heel shoes, towering over other guests, when suddenly out of nowhere an old man wearing a black tuxedo intercepted her and accidentally spilled his wine on her evening dress.

“I—” Rory shoved me hard. “You’re burning the food.” I blinked. “I didn’t even turn the—” “Check it!” Clarissa snapped like I was some servant in her house. Mr. Hart sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Well, I’ve delivered the message. The necessary dresses and documents will arrive this evening. The bride will be picked up tomorrow morning by Mr. Theo’s driver. Kindly make sure she’s ready and please, she has to be the one with the butterfly mark.”

“What are you wearing to the bridal brunch tomorrow? Please don’t say something from Zara.” Valeria gave a sheepish grin. “Actually, it’s... Mango.” “Dios mío.” Mrs. Herrera turned to the wedding stylist. “Fix it. Head to toe. Chanel, Carolina Herrera, I don’t care—make her look like she belongs.” Valeria looked like she wanted to sink into the carpet. Alejandro stifled a laugh. “You're doing great.” She shot him a glare. “If I survive your mother, I’m marrying you out of sheer pride.”

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

And all of it was captured by the high-definition cameras hidden in the corners of the church, streaming live to our partnered platform back home. … The chaos in the church finally ended when Anna suddenly collapsed. Panic erupted again. The wail of an ambulance grew louder as it approached. But when Victor tried to swipe his card to pay the deposit, the screen flashed error after error: frozen, invalid. Every account under his name had already been locked down before the wedding. Through my lawyer friend, I had applied for asset preservation and frozen them all. "How can this be?" Sweat poured down Victor's face as he shouted into the phone at customer service, only to be met with a cold, s

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