Mistaken Marriage Bride Novels & Stories

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...

Her face didn't move but her eyes turned to ice. "Your what." "My wife. Apparently. From last night. When I was drunk." She turned to look at me with her eyes sharp. "You married this woman while you were drunk?" "It wasn't supposed to be her," I said fast. "It was supposed to be Jessica. The younger one. Something went wrong." "Something went wrong," she repeated. She turned back to Olivia, eyes crawling over her face, her dress, her hands, her hair. "You look like a servant."

“And you Madison Wilhenberg, do you take Gavin Morgan to be your husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will love him and honor him all the days of his life, till death do you apart? " I blankly stare at the priest. Is he waiting for my response? Ahhh, why are they staring at me? Even this pretty faced like mannequin guy is looking at me. Stop glaring, will you? The priest tilts his head as I look back at him. The words that escape my mouth make the man standing in front of me staring as if nothing happened. “I… Do I?” End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!”

She takes the spoon from my hand and drinks the soup before saying, "Such a confused situation. I've never heard of such type of marriage. But, well if they have taken all the wedding vows and exchanged rings in front of God, then they are married. She shouldn't have done that. It's a big sin to trick people in the Church." I bite the corner of my lower lip, feeling ashamed, "But mother, news article said that the priest didn't say her name, but the original bride's name during the whole ceremony. Even the groom said his original bride's name during vows, then how can she get married to him? That man didn't accept her as his wife." I argue with a hope that she will say what I want to hear.

Keith. “I want you to meet Miss Perfect. The perfect girl in our own world.” Bridgette said while pointing at Sunny who smiled shyly at us. “Y-you are h-her?” Keith said as he stammered. What is wrong with this guy? “Yah! Why do you stammer?” “B-b-because… I-I-I am BRusque, the one you are married to.” and what he said stunned me. “MARRIED?!” “Hyung, don’t scream. It’s just in the game. As if I can marry her in real life.”

With that, I go quiet, waiting for her to say a thing, then as she starts again, "I am not married to Mark." "Yes, that I know Isabella." "No, Clayton. I was never married to Mark." Counting back from three…two…one… one more deep breath again, "Who the fuck were you married to then?" "Brendan…I was always married to Brendan." "You. Were. Fucking. What?" As I try to find my voice again, there is nothing but anger that fills every part of my being. "Please explain this to me." "They thought that it would be funny to swop grooms at the wedding." She pauses for a brief while between short, stuttered breaths, "You see how much they look like each other."

"You don't have to. It was wonderful isn't it? It was what the two of us wanted. " I run my hands through my hair. "I apologize for leading you on, it was a cruel thing to do. Listen Matt, I'm married and that man outside is my husband " "What? "Matt yells. "You are married? How? I'm so confuse right now. Yesterday you told me you were sold by your father and today you are Married. What the hell!. Were you been threatened Lauren, did someone force you? Tell me I'll help you " I shook my head. Looking at everything that happened, it's really complicated to say.

The groom, rumored to be too weak to attend the wedding, went out, wandering? He must be purposely ignoring her! "Uncle Liam, when Oliver comes back, can you please let me know?" Natalie asked. She didn't lose her temper. Mr. Liam's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he replied calmly, "Of course." However, Natalie woke up the next day without seeing her newlywed husband. The groom didn't attend the wedding, and on the wedding night, the bride was left alone in an empty room, the guest room. No wonder Hailey went to great lengths to have her replaced.

I talked to a woman who ran a beautiful old house in the country that doubled as a wedding site and a reception hall, all in one. She said that by her estimation, a third of the brides who had walked down the aisle in that house knew it was the wrong decision. She could see it in their faces that they knew they were making a mistake. Some even confided in her, because she was the only one they could tell. It wasn’t necessarily that there was another man, although occasionally that was the reason. Usually it was just that the person they were about to marry wasn’t the One. But it was happening now, and her parents had spent so much money, and 200 people were sitting there waiting as the music

Jace "What's wrong, babe?" my wife, Clara, asked me, and I looked at her face, pondering. 'Is this really my wife or her twin? What's going on? Why didn't I notice it? I know Clara's voice very well, and the way she sounded so happy on the phone was my fiancée. So who am I married to? Her sister? Is it possible that Clara traveled abroad and told her twin sister to marry me in her place? How could she do this to me? I am a titled man. Oh no! I didn't want to think that I had slept with two sisters without realizing it. I was so overjoyed with our wedding that I failed to notice their differences.'