Mistaken Marriage Bride Novels & Stories

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

"But how did the baker come by this? We had two files ready. One for the business partnership and one for the marriage arrangement with Valerie. They weren’t even supposed to be in the same room.” I gave myself the ghost of a smile. "Summer brought both sets down to the source and when I summoned her to view the Bernard caper. She accidentally took both and left them all on the table.” Javier stared at me. “And so this girl accidentally signed a binding marriage contract that was intended for a completely different woman. "Accidentally." I spoke the word again, savoring it. "Yes. Let's call it that."

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

The damn drugs use turned his mind into soup. My first mistake was ignoring his education. He never cared about school, and I let it slide. My second mistake came when he turned twenty-eight. He had no serious prospects, no real woman in his life. Just the morally loose women, who worked for us. Who would want to marry a dumb, violent oaf? But I loved my son. So, I blinded myself to the truth and chose him a bride, ruining her life in the process. Maria was beautiful. Sharp as a blade. Just eighteen when I arranged their marriage. I thought maybe, just maybe, she could tame him. Maybe their marriage would turn him into a man. Instead, it ruined her life.

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

I shake my head stubbornly, “Why do you agree to be my fake baby daddy for two million dollars?” Silence falls. He studies me for a full five seconds before moving closer to me. That’s when I realize how tall he is. I force myself to take a step back. “Are you always this argumentative?” “ Sir?” “ it’s adrian.” “Okay, sir Adrian.” His lips twitch a little. “ I'm shadow_23, and I’m willing to marry you.” A laugh rips before I can stop it, “No.” I shake my head, “If I get married to someone like you, my father will probably faint.”

Chapter 1: The Bride Who Wasn’t Meant to Be “Ama… you’re going to walk down that aisle.” The words were calm, but the meaning behind them felt like a chain tightening around her throat. Ama stood frozen in the middle of the bridal room, her hands trembling as she stared at her aunt. The white gown hanging beside her looked beautiful—too beautiful for something that felt so wrong. “I can’t do this,” Ama whispered, stepping back until her shoulder hit the mirror. “This isn’t my wedding. I’m not Adjoa.”

Ethan, holding his daughter who just got engaged at 20 in Zara dress, said, "No merger. But you can buy coffee at Shoreditch. £3 latte. You pay. And you can buy building for strollers. Next to my building for strollers. Two buildings for one stroller. Family tradition." And Leo and Rose kissed again, with 1001 roses around them, with plastic folder from Chelsea Registry Office that said MARRIAGE BY MISTAKE - BUT ON PURPOSE, with Elise and Ethan watching, with Grandma eating cheese and planning great-great-grandson Dior strawberry pajamas. Like mother, like daughter. Like father, like son-in-law. Like mistake, like destiny. The billionaire who married by mistake. His daughter who hat ed billi

During the bridal pickup ritual, my maid of honor, Heather Monroe, locks me and Nicola Sanderson, my fiancé's best friend, in the same room. According to local tradition, the blindfolded groom must carry the woman he believes to be his bride to the bridal car. Afraid that my fiancé, Julian Bennett, might mistake me for someone else, I purposely wear the couple bracelet we've shared throughout our seven years together. But when Julian feels the bracelet on my wrist, he pauses for only a second before letting go. Then, he walks straight over to Nicola and sweeps her into his arms. Our family and friends burst into laughter. "Childhood sweethearts really do have the best chemistry!" "Jul

The day I earned my Ph.D., I secretly flew home to surprise my father and brother. Instead, I walked in on them preparing a wedding for the housekeeper's daughter and my fiancé. My proud older brother, who had always listened to me, treated her like a princess. He not only gave her the wedding dress our mother had specially designed for me but even knelt to fix her train. Then my father, who had never lied to me before, stepped onto the stage and publicly announced that the housekeeper's daughter was her daughter. And I was the housekeeper's daughter. In my previous life, I chose to stay silent to protect the family's reputation. But in the end, they worked together to push me off a cliff. A