La Novia Equivocada Novels & Stories

"Now you do." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that being the wrong bride wasn't a mistake. It was the beginning of everything." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?"

Nova answered. “Ahh, it is stupid,” I said. “Daddy, look at me. You want her forgiveness?,” she asked. “Yes,” “Good,” “But she's getting married,” I said slowly, trying to stop Nova. How did she get so smart? “I know the wedding is a fake. Mummy and uncle Giuseppe are just friends. Soon or later they divorce and mummy has no boyfriend, and Uncle Giuseppe has auntie Ayesha,” she said. “Okay that is enough, you are going to bed,” I said standing up.

They were still laughing, still talking, completely unaware of her presence. “So I’m just a tool…” she whispered faintly. “He deceived me?” Natalie’s memories returned to that night—the night she had believed to be the beginning of their marriage. The night Cristian came home staggering, with the strong smell of alcohol clinging to him. She thought he was drunk, unconscious, and needed help. With a heart full of affection, Natalie guided him to the bedroom, intending to take care of him, not to give herself. But one touch turned into a trap. In confusion and with the love she had buried for five years, Natalie let everything happen. She gave her body and her dignity with the belief that the

She thinks it will be easier for her to get out of there because it looks like he is the only one entering there. But, next to it, there is a vacant room occupied with excess ornamental flowers, which is slightly open. She is curious, so she peered there. "You are not supposed to get married, right? I'm just invited by Ronnie. I thought it was someone who is the groom. But it's you! How can I be happy for you?" the woman says, with a vibration in her voice. She seems to be crying, hurt inside that the man she loves got married already. Ava Nicole is in doubt about who they are. She only knows Willy; Alodia's husband got married already, so who's the girl next to him?

**Elena** “Tell me what’s really going on,” I asked sternly. Lauren looked at me, her hands trembling. A few wildflowers brushed my shoes as a light wind moved between us. “Unless you want to disrespect mom's graveyard by lying,” I added, my eyes locked on hers. Her lips parted, then pressed together again like she was holding back the whole world. “Tell me what the fuck is going on, Lauren,” I snapped. Her hands flew up to her ears, and she let out a small scream. “I made a big mistake,” she cried. “I shouldn’t have married Adolfo. I was blinded by love. I thought he’d change.”

He also got out from his end He swept his hair back, adjusting the cufflinks of his shirt ‘You were faster than me this time’ ‘Yeah, that’s because you also don’t have to act polite to me’ He rested his hand on the roof of the car ‘You are using my words against me, wifey’ ‘Rules should be for the both of us’ He came over to the other side of the car ‘Come on let’s go in’ . He held out his hand and the day of our wedding replayed in my head. ‘He is mine. He loves me, that day was just all stress’ Stepping into the boutique, I saw they had different sections- it wasn’t just a boutique. It was a boutique and more.

I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. The scream built in my throat. Raw and desperate. I let it out. Not loud enough for the whole house to hear. But loud enough for the empty room to swallow it. Alone in this massive bedroom. Married to the wrong Marlowe. Trapped by paper and lies and a choice that had never really been mine. The echo of my scream faded into silence. But the fury remained. And the trap felt tighter than ever.

“You stole my hard copy and deleted the soft copy from my system!” They kept going back and forth.The room became tense. Eric stood there, silent trying to make his judgment. He did not know who to believe. He had seen Tessy working on that design last night…But the story… it belonged to Jessica.It was her life.So the design must be hers too, he reasoned. Jessica’s supporters began clapping again. One of them stepped forward.“I saw Ms. Edison working on that design yesterday,” she said confidently. Everyone is calling Jessica Ms. Edison and Eric never bother to correct them. Which means he already sees her as his wife.

Even though he continued flirting with my fiancee during my wedding ceremony? "He was just fooling around," Tiffany retorted in a high-pitched voice, sounding displeased. "Must you make a mountain out of a molehill? You're clearly the one who's in the wrong!" I slowly narrowed my eyes as I approached her. "You're right. I was wrong for trying to give you a third chance and for allowing you to provoke me so fearlessly. Since that's the case, you should go ahead and marry Justin. Don't forget to stay by his side when he's having a rough time."

“Mother!” My fingers curled into the silk of my wedding gown, but my mother did not care about any of it. Her hands, ice cold and devoid of care, simply fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, tightening it as if it was some sort of leash. But then, maybe it was her own version of a leash. “Oh please, don’t be so dramatic,” she muttered as she took a few steps back to inspect me. Dramatic? Really? She was marrying me off to Salvatore Moreti, the most feared man in the country. A widower whose past five wives have mysteriously disappeared, and she expected me to do what? Smile about it?