Bride By Mistake Movie Novels & Stories

Simon gave the band the order to start playing the wedding march and he showed up with Xena. The guests still had no clue what was going on. However, some people could tell that the bride was not Miss Newton; it was Miss Amy. “What’s going on here? Didn’t they say the bride today was Miss Newton? Who is she?” “Did something go wrong? How could the bride be her instead?” The guests started discussing among themselves, especially since most of the friends and relatives present today were members of the Newton family. When they noticed that the bride was not Sienna, all of them were at a loss.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”

Keith. “I want you to meet Miss Perfect. The perfect girl in our own world.” Bridgette said while pointing at Sunny who smiled shyly at us. “Y-you are h-her?” Keith said as he stammered. What is wrong with this guy? “Yah! Why do you stammer?” “B-b-because… I-I-I am BRusque, the one you are married to.” and what he said stunned me. “MARRIED?!” “Hyung, don’t scream. It’s just in the game. As if I can marry her in real life.”

She had worries that her anxiety would cause her to sweat and ruin her makeup or dress. This was really happening. Just the other day, she had been sitting in her classroom, and here she was, getting married to a complete stranger, not just anyone, a billionaire for that matter. This had to be a dream. "Lily!" "Huh?" She snapped out of thoughts. "I said, it's time." Anna repeated her words. 'Here comes the bride' was already playing from the other end and Fred appeared through the curtain. He looked stunned to see her and she knew he was rightly so. She looked like she had been born rich and for the first time, his lips twitched into a smile at her.

(Sienna) My phone had forty-seven notifications. Then fifty-two. Then sixty, in the time it took me to process that number. The first thing I saw was a headline. SWIFT SCANDAL: Billionaire dumps bride at altar for her SISTER — and we have the receipts. Below it, grainy but unmistakable: a hotel corridor. A man pressing a woman against a wall. His hand in her hair. Her hands at his shirt. Me. Six weeks ago. Heathrow.

Sarah looked from the ring to the man holding it—the unexpected husband who had become her partner in every sense. "I'd like that," she said softly. Diego slipped the ring onto her finger alongside the original. "No regrets?" he asked again. Sarah's answer was a kiss—deliberate and certain, nothing like the desperate, drunken passion of their first night, yet infinitely more meaningful. Below them, Las Vegas continued its endless dance of light and shadow, chance and calculation, disaster and opportunity. The city that had thrown them together now witnessed their conscious choice to remain so. The mistake that had started everything had become the foundation for a future neither could have i

"But how did the baker come by this? We had two files ready. One for the business partnership and one for the marriage arrangement with Valerie. They weren’t even supposed to be in the same room.” I gave myself the ghost of a smile. "Summer brought both sets down to the source and when I summoned her to view the Bernard caper. She accidentally took both and left them all on the table.” Javier stared at me. “And so this girl accidentally signed a binding marriage contract that was intended for a completely different woman. "Accidentally." I spoke the word again, savoring it. "Yes. Let's call it that."

"I'm—I'm nobody. This is a mistake. I didn't mean to—the branch broke and I fell and.." "You're from Riverside?" he smirked. "And you crashed a Moonstone Pack wedding?" "Technically, I crashed through the wedding—" "You killed my bride." "That was an accident—" "She's dead." "I KNOW." My voice broke. "I know, okay? I know. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'll do anything—" "Anything?" He looked at me—really looked. Taking in my torn dress, my smeared makeup, the way I was shaking.

For a moment I had been absolutely certain it was Claire standing there holding those documents and having a friendly conversation with the man who was supposed to be hunting her down. But as I stepped closer and the woman turned to look at me I realized it wasn't Claire at all. It was Tobin's secretary Miranda who I had seen a few times at his office building when I went there for meetings. She had similar hair color and build to my sister which explained why my exhausted brain had jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Annie," Miranda said while nodding at me politely like we were meeting for coffee instead of standing in a room that still had blood stains on the floor from the guards who had be

Celine's POV 3 months later; Tears gathered in my eyes as I stared out of the window, wearing the dress that belonged to my step sister, Emilia. I still cannot believe that this was happening. Just yesterday, I had thought that I would be a guest at the wedding, and now, 24 hours later...I was the substitute bride who was about to walk down the aisle to marry a complete stranger. Rowan Sinclair. " Are you ready?" Eleanor, my step mother asked as she walked into the room