La Novia Equivocada Novels & Stories

She only fell down the stairs—how could the effects be this severe? Confabulation? She’s creating false memories that Uncle Noah is her husband? What the fuck?! I turn to look at Lucia, where she clings tightly to Uncle Noah’s arm. I still can’t believe that a simple fall down the stairs would make her mind conjure up such a delusion—that the man she thinks is her husband is my uncle.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair at the turn our relationship had taken. ... It was too late when I arrived at Novia's house. Novia opened the door and was surprised to see me standing there with a suitcase in hand. "Can I borrow you for the night?" I asked, and my voice was clear and composed. After I came in, she quickly handed me a cold glass of wine, but before she gave it to me, Novia smacked her forehead in frustration as she realized that I was getting ready for pregnancy. "Oh no. Let me get you some milk instead," she said.

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

“No one came to unlock the door until the wedding was already over.” "She's lying!" Novene snapped, advancing, her voice growing louder once more. "That isn't what happened! She got away and destroyed the wedding after! I imprisoned her, but she escaped and—" "Enough!" Uncle stopped her once more, sharper this time. Then he glared at her. "So, you're confessing to having locked your cousin in a room?!" he asked dangerously, his words heavy with intensity. Novene went cold. Her face lost its color. She paused, looked around the floor with her eyes, and I saw the instant she knew she'd made a mistake. She opened her mouth, but no sound escaped.

His voice was filled with rage. "Uncle Eric? That's impossible! "Something must be wrong!" Everyone in the room snapped out of it when they heard Noel. They began to stammer as they agreed with him. "Y-yeah! The host must have got it wrong! How could Eric Chilton be marrying Stella Judd? They're a generation apart!" "How could she be good enough for Eric Chilton when she doesn't even deserve Noel? This must be a mistake." Eric had already walked to the center of the stage while they were denying this.

"It was the full amount. I counted it twice before I gave it to you." "Well, I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart. I passed along whatever you gave me." A small, apologetic laugh, the kind designed to make the whole thing sound like an honest, forgivable mix-up. "Maybe there was a mistake somewhere in between. These things happen." Something cold slid through me, quieter than the panic, harder to name. "Two months of mistakes, Maevra? Both times?" "I'm not sure what you're implying." Her tone shifted, just slightly, warmth cooling into something more careful. "I'm trying to help you, and you're accusing me of something. That's not fair."

I've made a mistake in my speech. “Wow! You really identify as the wife-to-be, Sister? I never knew I would live to see this day, honestly. Not with the facade you carry on your face, acting like you have hidden powers to destroy the works of your sister's hand. Look at you acting like you're the backbone of the wedding.” Max says with more mockery in his voice. Hearing his voice irks me so bad, I want to puke. I dust myself, even though there was nothing today but dust, and I stand still in front of him.

My lungs refused to work, and I didn’t understand why I felt that way when I saw him smile. “You’re wrong,” he murmured, and the smile faded. “You’ll find that out soon enough.” What else did I need to know about this man? That he had been married, and his wife had died in a car accident a month ago? What kind of woman would accept a husband with a job like his? There was a layer of mystery around Miguel that I couldn’t break through. The front door stood open, spilling light, music, and laughter into the hallway. “Roberta, you made it!” Regina appeared at the entrance wearing a golden sequin dress, the neckline revealing half her chest. “I was starting to think you were lying, but here’s yo

“Especially wives with guilty consciences.” I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. She stepped right in front of me, invading space without touching. “Do you know what this means?” she whispered. “No,” I lied. “Oh,” she said, “but I do.” She tapped the certificate again, nail clicking like a gun being cocked. “Navarro Enterprises has strict policies on workplace relationships. Let alone secret marriages. And Damian?” Her smile turned cruel. “He’ll lose everything if this gets out.” Chills shot through me.

he asked his hands inching towards the plate but i slapped it away He chuckled “i never thought i would see this day” “shut up” __________ I sat at the head of the board meeting But my mind was elsewhere It was with her Clarice. I had made the same mistake last night Having sex with clarice, not once but twice I didn't regret it, at first i thought she was nora, but even after finding out i still couldn't let her go I didnt stop. The plan was to let her go after a few weeks and marry Nora but now…..