La Novia Equivocada Novels & Stories

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.

Two crisp certificates sat on the polished table—documents that would forever seal Irene’s identity as Giselle Monroe, wife of Ryan Carrington. Ryan picked up the pen first and signed his name in elegant strokes. He slid the document toward her without a glance. Irene’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the pen. She lowered her eyes and carefully wrote— Irene Garfield. Her heart stopped. Panic surged through her veins as her eyes widened in horror. What had she just done? Without thinking, she dragged her hand over the name, trying to blot it out, but the ink had already seeped into the paper. Ryan’s brows furrowed as he tilted his head. “Is something wrong?” he asked coolly.

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.”

“How many women are you planning to impregnate?” “Jesus, mom! Just one.” Noah replied flatly. “And my secretary is a man.” “With your lack of control, I wouldn’t be shocked if even he ended up pregnant.” “That’s disgusting.” Noah snapped. “And not funny.” “And Ava?” Rosa pressed. “Didn’t you knock her up too?” Noah's jaw clenched. “She was never pregnant. The test results were wrong.” “What?” “She got Nora’s result by mistake.” Rosa leaned back, stunned. “How does a hospital screw something like that up?”

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.

Chapter 130. The crowd gasped the moment the pictures scattered through the air and went crashing to the floor. For a few seconds, the only sound in the hall was the rustle of paper hitting the polished ground. “Oh my goodness! Did Ms. Nova really cheat on her husband?” a woman whispered, her voice full of fake pity. “What a shameful thing. To have all this beauty and still be a traitor.” “I knew she was too good to be true,” a man added, shaking his head as he watched the photos drop.

My hands shake as I unlock our apartment door. The weight of what I've agreed to crashes over me in waves - marriage to Henry Ayles, the mysterious third billionaire. The one everyone says is different from his friends. Different or not, he's still going to be married to a lie. Mom's humming in the kitchen - actually humming. The sound stops me in my tracks. When was the last time I heard her happy like this? The two hundred thousand dollars has already changed her. Changed us.