Mistaken Marriage Bride Novels & Stories

The date sat three days before the wedding we had both been forced to attend. I leaned in and studied the images the way I studied any composition that felt off. The light was wrong. Shadows fell across Sabrina’s face from the left, yet the windows in that room faced east. At the hour the timestamp claimed, morning light should have struck the opposite side of her face. The base photograph was real. Liam was truly unconscious in that bed. But the pregnancy test, the smile, and the neat little story had been added afterward. I explained what I saw, pointing out the direction of the light and the inconsistency in the shadows. Liam listened with hope and doubt fighting openly across his feature

I used to think that what Derek Shelby and I had could survive any test of trust. Then an ambush at the docks nearly wiped out the Shelby family. Vincent Shelby, the old Don, survived an assassination attempt but was left in a coma. Everyone said I was the one who'd leaked Vincent's whereabouts. So the night before our wedding, Derek himself dragged me out of the fitting room in my wedding dress and forced me to my knees. His eyes were bloodshot as he demanded, "Sylvia Loren, I offered to make you the Donna. Why did you betray the Shelby family?" I tried desperately to explain, but he didn't believe a word. For the next ten years, he kept me alive but trapped in his territory, punishing me r

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “But in return, you belong to me. This is not a business partnership. This is an acquisition. You will take my name. You will move into this house permanently. You will appear at my side at every gala, every meeting, every public event as my wife. Your inheritance, when we recover it, will be tied directly to Cross Holdings. You will be completely, entirely mine. Do you understand the weight of that signature?” A fake marriage. Total surveillance. Becoming the property of the most dangerous predator in the city. It was exactly what Sarah had warned me against. It was a deal with the devil.

“If he doesn’t want to marry me, fine, we don’t have to do this. Do you think I’m desperate to marry him?” The officiant and wedding planner exchanged uneasy looks before stepping forward. “Miss, isn’t this gentleman the groom?” The room went silent for a moment. Then, everything exploded. “Don’t be ridiculous! The groom is Owen Lewis! That’s the bride’s ex. What kind of wedding company is this?” “This is a wedding, not a joke!” “Where did Owen even go? I always said he was unreliable…” The noise swelled again as the officiant grew anxious and pulled Gavin forward. “Then let him explain himself. Are you the groom today or not?”

He joked and I chuckled. Once again, I was speechless as my heart raced. I silently hoped that I wasn't getting married to anyone. Assorted shapes and colors of lawn chairs were set in rows, with a center aisle. There was a long, linen-covered table off to one side, and in the corner of it sat a four-tiered white cake with a bride and groom on top. "It's a wedding party." Helen screamed and my heart skipped a beat. I suddenly felt scared. No, there was no way I would marry Brody. Marriage was a commitment and not a joke. I couldn't get married right now.

He failed to see the beauty in our union, the depth of emotion that bound Gabby and me together in a bond stronger than any piece of paper or ceremony could ever hope to convey. “Their marriage is just as valid and legal as any other marriage performed at this church,” the tension in the church reached a fever pitch as Father Able intervened, his voice firm as he asserted the validity of our marriage. “They have signed legal papers according to governing laws and they are now legally wedded wives. You, Mr. Davis, better accept the truth.” “Like hell I would!” He spat, his hands balled to fists by his side. Jordan's refusal to accept the truth only served to deepen the divide, his stubbornnes

Ken said, which shocked me. "In the eyes of God, you're not my husband! You're a criminal! Our marriage is fake!" Clarissa struggled, but her hands were bound too tightly. "I made a mistake choosing the man I love. I married you because everything you said and promised me was real. I didn't know that you would make me a broodmare!"

The other maid burst into laughter, "Sorry, but I found that question funny; treat her nice? they've never; sometimes, she doesn't eat anything during Christmas; all she does is do dishes and wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury, she, on the other hand, enjoys all the suffering, I think what you've just witnessed is a perfect example of how badly she is treated, I mean, who slapped a bride two days to her wedding" " A bride?! Wedding?!", She exclaimed, she was so surprised cause there wasn't any sign that a wedding was on the way, " Yes, a wedding,

As well as getting her prepared for what it takes to be my wife. I might have wanted to marry Andre but I don't regret marrying someone else who isn't her because I am willing to do all it takes to protect her. While she sleeps, I watch in awe at her beautiful oval-shaped face, finally admitting to myself that Jasmine was right all along and I was in the wrong. She is my mistaken bride.

] This was the class group. It was none other than Bridget who had sent the message. She had accompanied her lover and taken their child to the doctor at our wedding and had cheated on me for six years. Not only did she send the message, but she even sent a pre-wedding photo of the two of them. [Wow! What a lovely couple!] [I’ll definitely be there for the wedding banquet. Wishing the newlyweds a long-lasting marriage. May you grow old together and have a healthy child soon!]