La Novia Equivocada Novels & Stories

she stammered, trying to brush past May. But May wasn’t letting her go that easily. She grabbed Irene’s wrist tightly. “Oh, don’t even try it. Irene Garfield. Do you remember that name? Because I do. You think just because you’re in designer gowns now and rubbing shoulders with billionaires, you can erase who you were?” Irene swallowed hard, her throat dry. May leaned in, voice full of venom. “Remember that night at the club? You were dancing for cash like a desperate stray. Now you’re Giselle Carrington? Wife of the Ryan Carrington? That’s a hell of a leap. I’m impressed, honestly.”

He barely smiles now. “Did I do something wrong?” “What gave you that impression? We just got married yesterday.” Exactly more reason she was confused. Was it because she hadn’t listened to the instruction he gave Flora. “I don’t know, I feel like you are avoiding me.” He shrugged, “That’s not true, princess. I am not avoiding you. I am busy and just need some time for myself.” She nodded, “What about the bedrooms?” “What bedrooms?” “The one we are sleeping in at home. It’s wrong for a couple to live differently.”

Gone are the sounds of utensils scratching against the plates as everyone has abandoned the meal to stare at the newly engaged couple. “I suppose a congratulations to the happy couple is in order.” I say, raising my glass to them before taking a large swig of my water. Everyone else around the table mumbles their own congratulations, they’re a little uneasy but they’re all mostly genuine. Contrary to my well wishes, the couple don’t seem so excited about their impending nuptials. Why would they be? This is likely just a plot thrust on them to salvage the last remaining shred of public decency they plausibly have. This way they can spin it to make it seem like a whirlwind love story with an u

When his lips rub against her neck, he whispers fondly close to her ear: “Emily…” Hearing the wrong name hurts her as much as a punch to the heart. The palm of her hands pushes him by the chest. The unexpected act causes him to fall backwards, right on the floor. Despite the dimness, she can see the conflicted expression and the hurt in his eyes. But the truth is that it doesn’t come even close to her green eyes that look simply devastated. Giovanni called her by the wrong name. And that reminded her that all this was a mistake. She's the wrong bride. The wrong daughter. And she's falling in love with the wrong man.

"Van said, '' Because I am about to be your wife and she is messing up everything" Novella said, ''I think you misunderstood me I am not marrying you because I love you, I am only marrying you because of the baby. However, I am marrying Ezra for love'' Van said. " You still plan to marry Ezra "Novella said, " Of course I plan to marry you both "Van said,

Realizing I had blamed her for two years over something she didn't do made me seem like a douche. “And you do?” She got to her feet, not one to let me act all high and mighty over. “You don't know what you are doing. You need my guidance to help you. Nova isn't the ideal choice for you. She's uncultured, manipulative, a gold digger, a scum, a bitch, a slut, and….” She puffed out. “She's not the right choice for you. Believe me.”

“The agreement does not specify which Brown you will wed, Sss...Sorry, no sir, got it.” “I see. So, who will be my bride?” I can’t mask my dejected voice. I am irritated with myself for not seeing her true colors earlier. Ella has been living like a spoiled pampered princess her whole life. She found anyone poor unworthy of her time. I must have been blind and a fool to oversee all of that before. “Miss Amari Brown.” “The cousin, of course.” I can’t say that I am surprised that the Ella is using her late uncle’s daughter as her substitute. I am surprised that she agreed to marry the homeless poor cripple I am now known as.

"After you sanitized your hands like I was diseased!" Henry's head snaps toward Declan. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. "You did what?" "She's lying," Declan scoffs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his face. "Like you lied about what happened to the last waitress you harassed?" Henry's voice is deadly quiet. "The one I had to pay off to keep quiet?" My eyes widen. So the rumors about Henry being different were true. "This isn't about me," Declan deflects. "Your fiancée is an impostor. A cheap replacement probably paid to - "

“What the hell is this?!” Dominic Costa’s shout echoed through the room as he saw that the bride he wanted had been replaced. “Please don’t be mad, Mr. Costa,” Veronica pleaded. “Don’t you dare play tricks on me, Mrs. Marino! What I want is your daughter, but why did you give me this ugly duckling?” Belladonna lowered her head. Ah… she really was the ugly duckling. She and Bianca were nothing alike. If they were related by blood, would she also be as beautiful as Bianca?

I put my hand to my forehead when I realized their surprise for me was a one-night stand. They wanted me to sleep with another man for my last day as an unmarried woman. Gosh. I can't believe them. Shaking, I squeezed the key in my other hand. I could back out now and admit to them that I didn’t want to do this, but Angeli was right; I should enjoy this night. Hubert and the others were having a bachelor party tonight too, and they might have planned something similar or even worse. Is this considered cheating? I glanced down the long hallway. There were numbers posted on each door.