Bride By Mistake Novels & Stories

Victoria had prepared a video recording of the family's advice and well wishes, to welcome Hailey as the new bride. The large curved projection opened, but instead of the elegant piano music expected, a deafening rock drumbeat filled the air. On the screen, a chaotic dance party unfolded, with the words "All Night Manor" sparkling on the DJ stage. "All Night Manor?" Natalie was shocked. If she wasn't mistaken, this was from the night of Adrian's bachelor party. She had planned to record a video of Adrian, but Oliver had dragged her away. It wasn't a fond memory, and Natalie's face darkened as she avoided looking at Oliver.

Tobin didn't know I had a twin sister, Tobin didn't know he had been played all this while, and that Tobin would end my life right now. While Tobin wanted to touch Claire, she ignored, took a few steps and walked towards me and landed me a slap. I raised my head up then another one followed, then another one. “You psychopath!” Then he turned to Tobin. “I was supposed to marry you, Tobin. But she sent people to kidnap me! And have me killed right after the wedding! But I escaped and found my way to you.” Claire announced that blatant lie. Or maybe not?

Serena put on some light makeup and went along. Anyone who knows a little bit about etiquette knows that you can't steal the bride's thunder at a wedding. As soon as Serena arrived, however, she spotted a woman in a white trailing dress with a hemline so large that people walking behind her would accidentally step on her dress. She had a great figure, a fairy-like wreath on her head, and a swaying walk that showed a beautiful butterfly bone on her back. Moreover, this woman had also dressed up carefully, causing those entering the scene to mistakenly recognize her as the bride.

"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.

The same one where he’d pulled her into the dark and lied to her face. She burst through the door, a hurricane of white lace. A young caterer, holding a silver tray of champagne flutes, was walking toward her. He stopped, his mouth falling open. He saw the bride, her hair a wild, unpinned mess, her face a mask of pale terror, her eyes burning with a fever he didn't understand. He saw the bride who was supposed to be walking down the grand staircase, not fleeing through the kitchens. The tray tilted in his hand.

I had to do this…here goes nothing… Opening the door to my room, with nothing but a wedding dress, a spare dance uniform and a duffle bag with my life’s worth of savings…I came face to face with the woman who I was going to spend the rest of my year with. “Hey, run-away bride!” She laughed; her smile open and contagious. “You’re my new roommate?” She was about five feet seven in height, with more of an athletic built. Her skin was porcelain white and her hair was jet black with literal rainbow highlights that reached the middle of her back. A diamond shaped face and electric blue eyes. She was wearing black shorts and a rainbow colored tank top and black slippers and huge hoop earrings while

“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?”

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.

the woman whom I guess is the wedding organizer. How can a wedding organizer not recognize the bride? “It’s your turn to walk ma’am...” she said and pushed me towards the aisle. I have no choice but to walk, maybe the groom will realize that I am not his bride. But I was wrong. He didn’t recognize his bride! Seriously? What’s wrong with this wedding? Even the guests didn’t recognize me. Is this some kind of blind wedding? I didn’t know it is still relevant these days. “Uh... I think you got the wrong bride.” I whispered to the man at the end of the aisle.

“We have never met until today. Don’t make such a mistake, it’s still early you can rectify this mistake.” “I didn’t do a mistake. People will come and attend to you, just be a good girl and don’t let anyone bully you. You are my bride after all,” he said and left. She wasn’t going to be part of this game at all. She sat down on the chair and looked at her clothes. She wasn’t even wearing those designer dresses but a waitress clothes and yet he chose her as his bride. She was going to find out what was really going on one way or the other.