La Novia Equivocada Novels & Stories

she said softly, “I told you before that I met someone important.” She glanced awkwardly at Leonel beside her. “He’s here now.” Leonel immediately reminded her, “You still haven’t explained what exactly I am to you. How’s Mom supposed to understand otherwise?” Navia shot him a glare. “Stop talking.” After taking a deep breath, she finally said, “Mom… I’m sorry. I didn’t marry Liam Crawford.” Her ears turned pink. “I married his uncle. Leonel Crawford.” Then she muttered quietly under her breath, “Although honestly, even if you wanted to object now, it’s already too late…”

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..." She swallowed hard. "None of them ever walked out alive."

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.

"She arranged an insemination procedure for your fiancée, Moraa." My jaw clenched so hard it hurt at the mention of my fiances name. Rage flooded through me. But before I could explode, Valentina delivered the final blow. "However, there was a mistake." I stared at her "a mix up occurred during the procedure and the wrong woman was inseminated." The room suddenly felt too small. I leaned back in my chair and laughed bitterly. "This can't be real." But judging from the look on her face, she meant every word she said.

I let forged evidence matter more than the woman I loved. Loved. The realization hit painfully because I had spent so long confusing possession, pride, and certainty with love that I hadn’t realized actual love would have trusted her first. And I failed completely. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice rough and unsteady. “Not because I got caught in a mistake. Not because the truth came out. I’m sorry because you were alone when you never should’ve been.” She looked at me silently and somehow her silence kept forcing more honesty out of me.

She accepted the wine cup, her voice soft to the point of eeriness. "You're right. This is the happiest night of our lives. "This is Midnight Velvet, a vintage wine long treasured by the royal family. You should have another glass or two. It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful night." Inside, I could not help but sneer. In my previous life, I had been fooled by that same harmless, gentle act. Back then, I truly believed she was willing to marry me. What I had not known was that she had already planned everything. Once I was drunk enough to lose consciousness, she intended to lure me to the royal fountain in the back garden and stage my death as an accidental drunken fall.

Elio felt as if a dagger had pierced his chest, making each breath a struggle. Candice lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. My period was delayed, and I bought expired pregnancy tests from a local pharmacy, leading to this misunderstanding." She quickly added, "I'm not pregnant, so you don't have to bear any responsibility, and we don't have to proceed with the marriage." Elio leaned against the wall, bowing his head in front of her, his demeanor filled with desolation. A bitter smile played on his lips, the pain evident in his expression.

She got married because he wanted her to, and as soon as he saw the marriage certificate, he slapped her. Ed thumped his chest and stomped his feet, "Yes, I asked you to get married, but I didn't ask you to marry the person you like. The person you should marry is Timothy Ryder, the small business owner of H Group!" Valeria was stunned. Timothy Ryder?! Shane Hunter?! I misidentified these two people? Moreover, she got married to the wrong person! What on earth happened? Valeria was becoming bewildered. Was there a mistake? When she saw her stepmother's gloating look, she knew that today had gone completely wrong.

"You didn't ask me here to hear you confess, did you? Novalee, I am not Walter. Walter is a sentimental person. Perhaps because of that, you fell for him and lied to him continuously. At this point, I don't think there's anything else to hide anymore. When I knew that you're from Zhang village, I told Walter that he needs to make sure whether or not you really did hurt your uterus while saving him. But do you know what he said? He said that if a woman is willing to give up her right to be a mother, she could really be desperate. He also said that you're not bad in the bones. He's willing to take care of you for the rest of his life and give this relationship a try. He's even willing to marry

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”