Bride By Mistake Novels & Stories

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”

After a while, it dawned on Alex that she had made the greatest mistake of her life. She looked around and saw she was alone with two securities. She sighed and began to walk out of the sit out, now that he has freed her, she needs to find her way home and go clear her head. She refused to accept that she is getting married tomorrow, Christmas day. What is she to be called, a Christmas bride or what? She had gone halfway when she was stopped by one of the security personnel.

“She doesn’t have long left. We just wanted her to have her wish.” “I know,” Luca replied, his voice softening. “That’s why I agreed to the ceremony. But Bianca is innocent. You don’t get to hurt her.” Another pause. “Try to do it again,” he warned quietly, “and I won’t forgive it.” My heart tightened. My suitcase slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor. So, this wedding— the wedding I poured my heart into— had been nothing but a lie. Never meant for me at all. I covered my mouth to stifle a sob, but the tears came anyway.

(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.

Yet, as the confetti settled and the headlines dimmed, the shadows of curiosity and scrutiny began to stir once more. Lila Chen, a relatively unknown blogger with a modest following, scrolled through the viral wedding livestreams late one evening, her tea gone cold at her side. She paused on a particular clip. Arla-Rosa, radiant in her gown, walking down the aisle with Prince Miguel at her side, while Master Ye followed silently, his presence calm yet commanding. The image alone spoke volumes. This was no ordinary bride. This was a woman the world had seen perform miracles.

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

“Whoa! Isn't he crazy? How could he frame the bride on her first wedding night?! Oh Lord! Even her husband is crazier! How could he trust someone he just met more than his wife? Crazy, they're all crazy!” Sena remembered one of the soap opera scenes she had watched with her mother. The scene where someone deliberately hires a foreign man to enter the bridal chamber and traps the bride as if she is having an affair right on her first wedding night. Unfortunately, in that soap opera, the woman's husband takes her for granted and thinks his wife is having an affair and then divorces the poor woman. Since that day, everyone labeled the bride as an unfaithful woman, making her shunned by many peo

THE WRONG VOW (Mistakenly Married to a Ruthless Billionaire) Chapter 1: the ran away bride "Catch her! Don't let the bride escape!" The desperate shout echoed through the luxurious bridal boutique, startling every customer inside. Emily Dawson looked up from the stack of gift boxes she had been arranging behind the counter. Before she could react, the glass door flew open, and a young woman in a breathtaking white wedding gown stumbled inside. The bride looked terrified. Her perfectly styled hair was a mess, her makeup streaked with tears, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

He was laughing to himself at his childhood antics when someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Lola." There she was, dressed in a sleeveless gown. The pale blue material with it's silver thread spackled against her skin and drew attention to her smiling eyes. Then it dawned on him that he was in trouble. How was he going to tell Lola that the bride was not Joyce but joy? He wasn't sure if it would be accepted by Lola to blame his mistake on the fact that he didn't know Abdul that earlier, because Lola was under the impression that Abdul was a close friend. That had been his line for being so upset over her decision to skip the service. There was no other way then but to tell Lola that he had m

“I can’t trust anyone anymore when I’ll be gaslighted and lied to over and over again and again.” “Trust me and take my hand my accidental bride. The day I met you it was in a church I needed a bride urgently to fulfill my dying grandpa’s wish you walked in dressed in an elegant white wedding dress that was soiled from the gushing rain and a fear streaked face but despite your agony you looked beautiful the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen.” “What happened then?”