Bride By Mistake Movie Novels & Stories

Valentina crashed to the ground from Luca’s kick, a sharp pain twisting in her stomach. Holding her belly, she tried desperately to explain: “Luca, I’m carrying your child!” “Please, just for the baby’s sake, forgive me this once!” Luca let out a cold laugh. “A child? What child?” “Valentina Moretti, don’t forget—we’ve never even slept together.” “The bastard in your belly—what the hell does that have to do with me?”

Astrid caught Irene’s gaze and followed it to Stefan, her fists clenching under the table. “Then it’s settled,” the patriarch said, raising his glass. ***** On the wedding day, Irene sat quietly as makeup artists and stylists surrounded her. The white wedding gown shimmered like moonlight. Her hair was pinned up elegantly, and sparkling accessories adorned her ears and wrist. The makeup artist adjusted her veil. “Your mother must be so proud of you.” Those words broke something inside her. She thought back to the conversation with her mom when she was little. Her mother had described the perfect wedding—how her daughter would wear white, walk down the aisle with her head held high, and marry

~~~~~ Wedding Hotel ~~~~~ Hall 2 The sound of aggressive heels clicking on the tiled floor conveyed the bride's wrath as she walked in her bridal gown. As she paddled across the hallway, a strong fire could be seen burning in her eyes, causing her face to contort into a grimace. Her lovely red hair, which had formerly been arranged into a gorgeous bun with jewelry, was tangled and disheveled behind her as she matched the veil that was dangling at the tip with barely a pin. She wasn't the naive woman from a few hours earlier; as she moved through different rooms, her eyes glinted dangerously. Her fairy stories were destroyed, and all of her hopes were crushed, about love was all reduced to sh

Ethan, holding his daughter who just got engaged at 20 in Zara dress, said, "No merger. But you can buy coffee at Shoreditch. £3 latte. You pay. And you can buy building for strollers. Next to my building for strollers. Two buildings for one stroller. Family tradition." And Leo and Rose kissed again, with 1001 roses around them, with plastic folder from Chelsea Registry Office that said MARRIAGE BY MISTAKE - BUT ON PURPOSE, with Elise and Ethan watching, with Grandma eating cheese and planning great-great-grandson Dior strawberry pajamas. Like mother, like daughter. Like father, like son-in-law. Like mistake, like destiny. The billionaire who married by mistake. His daughter who hat ed billi

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

I've made a mistake in my speech. “Wow! You really identify as the wife-to-be, Sister? I never knew I would live to see this day, honestly. Not with the facade you carry on your face, acting like you have hidden powers to destroy the works of your sister's hand. Look at you acting like you're the backbone of the wedding.” Max says with more mockery in his voice. Hearing his voice irks me so bad, I want to puke. I dust myself, even though there was nothing today but dust, and I stand still in front of him.

She gasped. "Ready to talk?" "I am not the bride for your Master." "Obviously." Girald replied, the knife still leveled against her throat. "No, you don't understand. My wedding was also today but there was a mix up and it's your fault." "The bride we were supposed to pick, was logged into the hotel next to the club we found you standing in front of. We asked if you were the bride and you said you were. You came willing to the Temple..." "Willingly?" She scoffed but Girald continued like she hadn't spoken.

"What the fuck?" Claire thought as she looked at the article that Kendall sent her, someone had taken pictures of her at the party, picture of her dancing with a guy and a stupid blog had carried it and titled it, 'Trouble in paradise? Claire Branson Laurent newlywed seen in a club dancing with another guy' It was her, it was unarguably her. But why though? She thought as she rolled her eyes. If her parents or Henry found out she was going to be in a lot of trouble. They already had enough dealing with Charlotte eloping.

, I reminded him, fixing his tie. “All right.”, He nodded in an understanding way. “By the way, I know you are going to be Becca’s bridesmaid but don’t forget your poor lover because my hand would start itching without touching you.”, He muttered and grabbed my round ass in his hand. I gasped in surprise and slapped at hand. “We just made love a few hours ago.” “Well, you can’t blame me if I can’t get enough of you.”,

I was surprised. " Yes!! Let's go! " He said and I caught his hand as I didn't know where to go. But he shook his head, left my hand, and picked me up all of a sudden in the bridal style. " Raj, What are you doing? People are watching us. " I looked around there were a few people around. " Let them watch. I care a damn, you are my bride and today I will make you mine forever. " He said looking into my eyes. I could not help blushing and lowered my eyelashes.