La Novia Equivocada Novels & Stories

I ran because I am about to get married and what we have is a mistake that I don't want to happen. What shocks me the most is that after a month I saw those two pink lines on the test, I knew I could never face the man I had slept with. i know i messed up my own relationship, i cheated on Marco. How could i face him? I don't even know his name. I forced myself to meet his gaze. “There was nothing to say. It was a mistake, and it’s over.” “Over? It was your first time, You talk as of it was nothing huh.” His jaw clenched. “You really think one night can be erased that easily?”

contact with him before looking away. I knelt to avoid his judging eyes. "You're not going anywhere, Natalia." It appears that the terms he released are sealed and cannot be changed. "Just put me in jail," I mumbled. Tears are forming at the corners of my eyes. "I don't want to aggravate your situation; you are correct; I ruined everything: your marriage, your relationship with Florisse, even your company and your credibility! I ruined all of that because of one mistake!" My tears kept falling. I can now look him in the eyes. I now... Have the courage to tell him the truth and show him my true colors and intentions for him. But I didn't see the surprise I was expecting in his eyes. He remai

he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. Elma stared back at him, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. She wanted to say yes, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she whispered "I'm sorry," before turning and running out of the church, her white wedding dress trailing behind her. She couldn't shake off the memories of the past. Instead, she turned and ran as she fled the church, leaving her new husband and the confused guests behind. As she ran, she could hear the guests calling out to her, but she didn't stop. She needed to get away, to be alone, to try to make sense of the overwhelming emotions she was feeling.

He says waving his hand for me to leave. "Oh wait and Natalia no going out tonight," he says raising an eyebrow at me. I roll my eyes as I say "yes," knowing damn well that's a lie. As I walk outside and hop into my car. "So," Nova says. "I'm getting married," I say driving out of the driveway. She starts laughing the same way I did when I first heard it too. "Oh, wait you're being serious merda santa," she says also speaking in Italian. (Holy shit)

he said softly, “we’ll face everything together, always. No mistakes, no regrets—just us.” Elara smiled, tears of relief and joy brimming in her eyes. “Always us.” The mansion no longer felt heavy or threatening. Outside, the city bustled on, unaware of the storms that had passed inside its walls. But within, love had triumphed—proving that even in a life that began with a mistake, a true union could be found. As they walked hand in hand through the garden, the morning sun glinting off the fountain, Elara finally believed it: the marriage that had started as an error had become her greatest blessing.

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

“It’s alright. I’m happy you made it.” “May I?” he asked, offering her his arm. “Sure,” 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!

I yell over the blasting music in the club. He looks at me again. From the tip of my wet curls to my toes, then back to my lips, where his gaze stays a second too long. “Sorry, Sugarlips,” he says, his voice like dark velvet. “I’ve done a lot of crazy shit, but ruining a wedding? That’s foreign.” He turns to his glass of whiskey like we’re done talking. “I’m Ramona, not Sugarlips,” I say, reaching out my trembling hand. “Ramona Martins. You must be Jonathan?”

As the girls helped me into the heavy, suffocating white lace wedding dress, my brain kept torturing me. It was a constant, looping replay of sensory memories from Miami. The dark-haired, broad-shouldered stranger. The smell of his expensive cedarwood cologne. The heat of his mouth. The lazy, wicked way he had called me Mrs. Trouble. Stop it, I screamed at myself in my head. Lock it away. It was a mistake. It wasn't real. You're marrying Adrian Vaughn today. You have to be Sloane Richardson again.

Nova moaned loudly, her hips jerking forward. Ryan held her steady on his lap, his hard cock pressing against her ass through his pants. “That’s it. Let him taste you. But we’re not going to let you come yet.” His hands squeezed her breasts gently, thumbs circling her stiff nipples through the lace of her dress. “We want you aching when you walk down the aisle.” Marcus stood beside them, stroking Nova’s hair. “Look at you. The perfect bride, with your legs spread for your stepbrother and your husband’s best friends. Does it turn you on knowing how wrong this is?”