Bride By Mistake Novels & Stories

“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.

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

“What are you wearing to the bridal brunch tomorrow? Please don’t say something from Zara.” Valeria gave a sheepish grin. “Actually, it’s... Mango.” “Dios mío.” Mrs. Herrera turned to the wedding stylist. “Fix it. Head to toe. Chanel, Carolina Herrera, I don’t care—make her look like she belongs.” Valeria looked like she wanted to sink into the carpet. Alejandro stifled a laugh. “You're doing great.” She shot him a glare. “If I survive your mother, I’m marrying you out of sheer pride.”

The date sat three days before the wedding we had both been forced to attend. I leaned in and studied the images the way I studied any composition that felt off. The light was wrong. Shadows fell across Sabrina’s face from the left, yet the windows in that room faced east. At the hour the timestamp claimed, morning light should have struck the opposite side of her face. The base photograph was real. Liam was truly unconscious in that bed. But the pregnancy test, the smile, and the neat little story had been added afterward. I explained what I saw, pointing out the direction of the light and the inconsistency in the shadows. Liam listened with hope and doubt fighting openly across his feature

"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.

The sun had barely risen above the mist that morning, and yet, the entire DiMarco estate was already awake. The gates, tall and golden, gleamed under the pale light as if they, too, were holding their breath. Lucy stepped out of the car slowly, her heels clicking against the marble path. The same path she had once walked as a stranger, as a pawn in a deal she barely understood. But this time, she wasn’t coming as anyone’s contract bride. She was coming as Lucy, daughter, woman, heir… and Austin’s chosen.

The rain had st⁠arted again, soft against the windows. “You ever t‍hink,” she murmured, “that maybe we wer‍e suppose‌d to mee‍t the w‌rong way to find the righ‍t thing?” I look⁠ed down at her‍. “You think we met⁠ the‌ wron‍g way?⁠” “Getting married by accident isn’‍t exactl‌y tradition⁠al.” I lau‌ghed quietly. “Maybe no‌t.‍ But I think it was the on⁠ly way I would’ve let‌ you close en⁠ough.”

They are not the best but I still love them both dearly. Father held out his arm and I entwined mine with his. Isabella handed me my bouquet of white lilies then we walked through the double doors and into the chapel. I fidget and almost skip a step at the flashes of camera that came over us all at once. Father must have sensed this as he bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear the organist play Here comes the bride. "It only gets awkward at first. Try to smile and you'll be fine" he said.

Crystal chandeliers glittered above a long table where they were already waiting. His mother. His brother, Leonardo. And Alessia. “Brayden,” his mother snapped, rising. “Finally. And you bring… this.” Her gaze cut me open like a blade. “Mother.” Brayden pulled out a chair for me. I sat. Alessia leaned forward. “We were just discussing you, Brayden. And your… unusual bride.” His mother’s lips thinned. “Bride? Don’t insult that word. Alessia is your wife. This one is a mistake. My son will soon come to his senses”

Her crowning glory. She reached the restroom and entered the nearest empty cubicle. She emerged from the restroom a few moments later, ready to find the bride. She saw her chatting with other female guests. Now is the time to approach her. She will execute her plan flawlessly and make it look like it was accidental. She was walking towards the bride with her 5-inch stiletto high heel shoes, towering over other guests, when suddenly out of nowhere an old man wearing a black tuxedo intercepted her and accidentally spilled his wine on her evening dress.