Bride By Mistake Novels & Stories

Jace's POV: I am still in shock that I found Celine, and she was truly the woman I met at Edwin's new hotel. How fate works. She had gained weight and was a little fuller than the last time I saw her. But she was still beautiful. And I cannot control myself but kiss her. Celine was my wife and not her sister. My biggest mistake was keeping quiet instead of blowing up Clara's cover at the beginning of our marriage. I still cannot believe that Clara abducted Celine. Listening to all Celine told me that Clara did, I wondered what kind of love Celine had that she had to endure her sister's torture, and Clara took a big advantage of it.

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..." She swallowed hard. "None of them ever walked out alive."

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .

“Exactly. The one in the wedding gown looks like the bride’s older sister. That is the eldest daughter of the Avery family.” “How could this happen? Did they confuse the bride?” The guests were not the only ones talking. Even the members of the Rook family stared in disbelief. Brina was especially taken aback. When she saw that Nola was not wearing the wedding dress, she assumed the makeup team had made a serious mistake. She immediately turned to Calder. “This is bad. The stylists prepared the wrong bride.” “There is no mistake.” Calder’s tone remained calm. “What do you mean?” Brina asked.

"Now you do." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that being the wrong bride wasn't a mistake. It was the beginning of everything." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?"

Their relationship was no longer a rumor—it was a fact. "What are you waiting for?" Commander Brack barked, his voice like a gunshot. "Get her to the clinic—now!" Teeth clenched, Vince scooped Leila into his arms and ran. Later, we heard the baby hadn't survived. Leila caused an uproar at the clinic. Originally, Vince had been on the verge of disciplinary action for his misconduct. But as it turned out, he and his wife from back home had never officially registered their marriage. Somehow, he slipped through a loophole, and the two of them—he and Leila—became the most mismatched married couple on the island, with the largest age gap.

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

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

Not just red, but a scandalous, painted-on, bright red dress that looked like it had been made out of dental floss and prayers. "Absolutely not," I said, shaking my head and crossing my arms. "Tessa, I can't wear that. It doesn't even look like a whole dress. Where is the rest of it?" "it's a Miami dress, Sloane," Tessa said, rolling her eyes. "You aren't in New York anymore. You can't wear your conservative high-society midi dresses here. You're a bride. You need to look hot." "it's too much," I protested, but Lila and Cassidy were already dragging me out of the bed and toward the bathroom.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the