Bride By Mistake Novels & Stories

All that mattered to herwas meeting Eduardo at the wedding bureau and being joined to him as his wife. She stood up in her clumsy wedding dress and discovered she might be having a dislocation. She appeared to be limbing as she came out of the car. When Mr and Mrs Anderson saw who the bride was, their countenance changed. Why did the Davis change the bride at the last minute? Was it because their son was cripple? Betty was supposed to be the bride to Eduardo, why this girl? Who is she in the first place? But because they did not have an option, they swallowed their displeasure.

"Get off me!" But, one man smack her neck using the gun he was holding; though he was a bit amused with her fragile neck for a bit. The bride passed out and carried her like a sack of rice. The groom was about to run but— Everyone was shocked when one man shot his gun towards the grooms leg, but the shot was purposely not intended to hit so it only made a slip to the groom's pants. The tragedy happened so fast that they leave the church with terror news. THE DAUGHTER OF THE NUMBER ONE MULTIBILLIONAIRE IS KIDNAPPED

One evening, she visited the foundation and was talking with some of the pregnant women when they started blushing over a guy that dropped down from the car. “The handsome guy is here again” one of them muttered and covered her mouth. The others rushed from their seats and glued their faces to the huge window as they tried to get a glimpse of him. “He’s so handsome, oh my gosh!” another remarked and they all giggled before rushing back to their seats as they saw him approaching the room. Bridget who was confused raised her brow at the commotion before asking “Who is he? Why are you all giggling?” and they paused to look at her in surprise.

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.

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...

The other maid burst into laughter, "Sorry, but I found that question funny; treat her nice? they've never; sometimes, she doesn't eat anything during Christmas; all she does is do dishes and wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury, she, on the other hand, enjoys all the suffering, I think what you've just witnessed is a perfect example of how badly she is treated, I mean, who slapped a bride two days to her wedding" " A bride?! Wedding?!", She exclaimed, she was so surprised cause there wasn't any sign that a wedding was on the way, " Yes, a wedding,

“I remember it now. Yes. It was quite the scandal. The groom on that day publicly left the bride at the altar and married her little sister whom he claimed to love. Everyone was shocked. The bride ran out of the hall before anyone could stop her.” I felt sick. “What happened to her?” “She... she had an accident. Car crash. Died instantly. Or so we were told because no one ever saw her corpse." A cold chill settled in my bones. I took a few steps back, trying to breathe. No. No, no, no. That couldn’t be me. With trembling fingers, I unfolded the newspaper and held it out to him. “Is this the bride?” I asked. Lawrence took the paper, his expression casual at first—but the second his eyes lande

he asked his hands inching towards the plate but i slapped it away He chuckled “i never thought i would see this day” “shut up” __________ I sat at the head of the board meeting But my mind was elsewhere It was with her Clarice. I had made the same mistake last night Having sex with clarice, not once but twice I didn't regret it, at first i thought she was nora, but even after finding out i still couldn't let her go I didnt stop. The plan was to let her go after a few weeks and marry Nora but now…..

And yet, when I finally put on the wedding dress he had ordered for me and arrived at the venue, I realized—mine was a bridesmaid dress. Chloe wore the wedding gown. "I'm so sorry, Ethan," she said tearfully. "I only wanted to be a bridesmaid and make Vivian happy. But the dress fit me so well—I thought it was mine, so I put it on by mistake." She ran out of the hall crying before I even had a chance to say a word. Ethan had looked so concerned for her. Inevitably, we fought. Then, in the middle of it, an earthquake struck. I lost my balance and instinctively reached out for Ethan. But he took a step back and watched me fall.

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.