Mistaken Marriage Bride Novels & Stories

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

My voice cracked as I looked at him, then frantically over my shoulder at the people behind me — waiting for someone, anyone, to tell me this was some sick joke. “If this is part of the bloopers for the same-day edit video, this isn’t funny anymore,” I stammered out, my nervous laugh echoing through the church like something broken. “You don’t have to understand,” he said simply, his tone sharp and final. “You’re marrying me now.” “N-No!” My bouquet slipped from my trembling hands, petals scattering over the marble floor. “You’re a stranger! Someone, please—” I turned to my parents, my throat closing around their names. “Mom? Dad? Please help me stop this.”

Never in a thousand years did I ever imagine that a day like this would come. I never asked for any of these. I never wanted to be here in the first place but I had been forced against my will. I had been forced to marry Rowan Sinclair two years ago after Emilia, his ex fiancée disappeared the morning before their wedding. Everyone had been shocked by this because she had claimed to love him. Wanting to save face from the public and not ruin the perfect relationship with the Sinclairs, my family made me a substitute bride for Rowan. I was forced into a loveless marriage with my step sister's fiancé, the ruthless billionaire.

“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?”

A year of being legally married to a man she had met at a gallery opening, spoken to for approximately two hours, had sex with in a courtyard, and had now climbed out of a window to avoid. She was not going to think about the courtyard right now. The commission payment. The first installment. It would have hit her account already, or would soon. If she contested the marriage, went to a lawyer and said this is wrong, the dissolution conditions voided everything. The commission. The acquisition contract. The warehouse number. All of it. She stopped walking. The night market finished its business around her. A van pulled out to her left. Two vendors talked over the last of a display of printed

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

I had given up on love completely, but under her gentle reassurance, I began to look forward to the future again. Our wedding was a merger of two powerful families, significant enough to make headlines around the world. That day, in front of countless witnesses, I was about to greet my bride when someone suddenly rushed in from the crowd. "Beckett Cross, you can't marry her! I'm the one who should be your bride!" Vanessa had somehow found out about my wedding. She was wearing a cheap, shabby wedding dress and reached out her hand toward me. "I know everything before was my fault. I'm willing to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just give me one more chance. I'll treat you right

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone

She could never own his heart, only Clarice could. “Mr. Rodriguez when is the wedding” A reporter asked but he ignored her he unlink his hands and walked away “Very soon” Nora answered before posing one more time then headed inside “Damian darling what happened “ nora asked “Don't try to act like my wife nora” he said “Damian dont be rude ok, and Nora is your wife” his mum said in her voice leaving no room for arguments. The hall buzzed with quiet excitement Crystal chandeliers shone overhead casting a soft ambience across the elegantly dressed guest laughter and clinking of glasses, low conversations filled the air Damian sat beside Nora his expression unreadable, his fingers tapped on the

His hand found my waist, warm and solid through the thin fabric of my dress. "You're up early." I leaned into him, feeling the strength of his body against mine. "I couldn't sleep." He kissed my temple, his lips lingering. "What were you thinking about?" I turned to face him, my hands resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms, steady and strong. "About the beginning. About how I was the wrong bride." He pulled me close, his arms strong around me. "You were never the wrong bride." I looked at him. "I signed Isabella's name. I wore her dress. I married you as her."