La Novia Equivocada Novels & Stories

My frustration increased. The female lead rejected the man who genuinely cared about her. She ignored her friends. Ignored her family. Ignored every warning presented to her. Then eventually accepted a marriage proposal from the obviously dishonest candidate. I sat upright. “No.” Katherine was already laughing. “No?” “No.” I pointed at the screen. “She cannot possibly be this stupid.” “Luciano.” “She has witnessed him lie six separate times.” “You're supposed to enjoy the story.” “I am not enjoying this.” The woman married the wrong man.

"It's alright. I'm happy you made it." "May I?" he asked, offering her his arm. "Of course," she replied, hooking her hand on his arm and letting him walk her to the front for the ceremony to begin. As the couple made their way to the altar, Naomi watched, simmering with anger. Was this man really Jacob Garcia? He didn't look like a jobless idler at all. She had lied about being pregnant to get out of the marriage agreement because she had thought he was worthless. And now here he was, looking like a prince? She clenched her teeth together, her anger doubling as she saw how he looked down at Isabelle. That bitch!

"All I want you to do is, to pretend to be with him and that's it. It's not that hard. Besides, I am not asking you to have sex with him or anything like that," "Why me?" "Jared told me that his wife, hire someone to look who is the woman and of course I can't let her know it's me. Not yet. She can't know and you, are the perfect one to play the role of his mistress. I bet you need the money to pay the rent too isn't it?" "I feel sorry for her. No one wants to be treated like this especially a wife like her, Alexa Lanton. I heard that her first marriage failed miserably. No woman ever wants to be like this,"

"You are so liverish, a kiss from your boyfriend is enough to make your hair stand on end." "Go look for Anabel, didn't Anabel want to get engaged to you? She's your girlfriend." Rolando turned over and walked in front of her, then looked at her lovingly: "Okay, I'm wrong. I don't get engaged to her, she is one of Garrett family, I need to teach her a lesson. I will never marry her in my life, don't worry, I will only marry you." He pulled her into his arms, "Listen to my heart, how fast it is, we've known each other for so long, and even after seeing you for so long, my heart still starts to race. The one I like is you, why would I marry a fake face woman?"

“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?”

My voice cracked as I looked at him, then frantically over my shoulder at the people behind me — waiting for someone, anyone, to tell me this was some sick joke. “If this is part of the bloopers for the same-day edit video, this isn’t funny anymore,” I stammered out, my nervous laugh echoing through the church like something broken. “You don’t have to understand,” he said simply, his tone sharp and final. “You’re marrying me now.” “N-No!” My bouquet slipped from my trembling hands, petals scattering over the marble floor. “You’re a stranger! Someone, please—” I turned to my parents, my throat closing around their names. “Mom? Dad? Please help me stop this.”

Never in a thousand years did I ever imagine that a day like this would come. I never asked for any of these. I never wanted to be here in the first place but I had been forced against my will. I had been forced to marry Rowan Sinclair two years ago after Emilia, his ex fiancée disappeared the morning before their wedding. Everyone had been shocked by this because she had claimed to love him. Wanting to save face from the public and not ruin the perfect relationship with the Sinclairs, my family made me a substitute bride for Rowan. I was forced into a loveless marriage with my step sister's fiancé, the ruthless billionaire.

“I—” Rory shoved me hard. “You’re burning the food.” I blinked. “I didn’t even turn the—” “Check it!” Clarissa snapped like I was some servant in her house. Mr. Hart sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Well, I’ve delivered the message. The necessary dresses and documents will arrive this evening. The bride will be picked up tomorrow morning by Mr. Theo’s driver. Kindly make sure she’s ready and please, she has to be the one with the butterfly mark.”

The fact that this was a penthouse, at night, and I was alone with the one most powerful man in the city. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no…" Armstrong stepped closer. "I need company. For the night. I was very clear with your boss… about what I was looking for." The room tilted. I backed away, shaking my head. "There's been a mistake. I'm married. I have a husband. I thought this was a job job…a real job…" "This is a real job," Armstrong said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Just not the kind you were expecting."

“Tell me Harl, who was the man that stood a few feet from me when he kissed another woman?” “Larissa…” “You kissed your wife’s sister?” she hissed, staring at me like I was some monster. “You…” she shook her head; I could see the tears glistening in the corner of her eyes. “The only mistake I made was believing that there was something between us. That you actually lo…” she clamped her lips shut as if she had almost said more than she should have done. “It is not what you think it is, you wouldn’t understand,” I whispered.