Mistaken Marriage Bride Novels & Stories

Gathering my wits, I say more calmly, hoping he’ll actually listen this time, "I’m not a brat and I’m most definitely not your ‘mi eposa.’ This is all a misunderstanding. I mean this marriage." "It isn’t to me," he asserts. "You married me willingly." I point out desperately, shaking my head. "That's the thing, that's the thing right there. What I did was a mistake. I was covering for someone—my sister. She’s the one who was supposed to be your bride, okay? I only stepped in yesterday when she chickened out. No, she begged me to—" "So what’s your point exactly?" he cuts me off.

I had agreed to be with Victor because, while I was busy designing perfect weddings for other people, he was the first man who had ever designed one for me. He had held my hand and patiently described the ceremony that would belong to us. Sunlight pouring through stained-glass windows. Us standing in a church, dressed in a wedding gown and tuxedo, exchanging vows to grow old together. He said he wanted to give me the most precious memory of my most beautiful years. And just like that, because of a single promise, I waited five years. Now he really was getting married. At a place he had described to me countless times. It was just that the bride was a woman he had known for only two months.

But she didn’t deny it and lowered her head. “Now, would you mind revealing what happened between you two and how your story started?” Brielle sighed heavily and again recalled the day when she had rejected him. She still couldn’t believe how fate had played its game. Somehow, she had ended up marrying the man she had rejected years ago- the very man who worshipped and loved her more than she could comprehend. “I... It’s a long story, Lucy,” she said, smiling bleakly. “Let’s not talk about it now.”

His eyes locked on mine. “What the hell is so funny?” I leaned against the pew, lips curling. “You, lecturing them about mistakes, in a Vegas chapel. That’s funny.” His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” “Marriage is always a mistake,” I said, the words dripping from my tongue like venom. “It’s just contracts wrapped in flowers. At least they’ll figure it out now instead of twenty years later.” The bride gasped and the groom sputtered. The priest looked scandalized. But the man, the stranger, his jaw tightened, and fire lit in his eyes.

"I am so incredibly glad he made it back in time. I want to officially introduce you to my older brother, Aleck. He just got back into the country this morning after running our family's international shipping business overseas. Aleck, this is my beautiful bride, Sloane." Aleck. There went my hopes of him being a doppelganger. My mind was spinning violently. The man I had met in a crowded Miami club, the man I had let drag me into a twenty-four-hour chapel, the man I had legally married less than forty-eight hours ago... was my fiancé's older brother. The horrific realization hit me like a freight train. I was standing at the altar about to marry a billionaire, but I was already legally marr

“I’m sorry.” My thoughts immediately turned to Vincenzo. The timing was too precise, too convenient to ignore. I had been handed to him as a substitute bride, a deception that had ignited pure fury in the Don on our wedding day. And now, weeks later, my entire family had been dismantled by authorities. Coincidence? In the world I had married into, coincidences felt like fairy tales. Had he done this? Had my father’s desperate gamble backfired spectacularly, or had Vincenzo decided the De Lucas were no longer useful—perhaps even a liability worth destroying as retribution for the insult of the wrong bride?

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

' He wrapped his hands around my head. 'I’m so sorry, Xavier, forgive—' I burst out crying the more. A wife is supposed to trust her husband. The solid trust was what a marriage was built on, at least successful marriages, but I lacked it. What had I been thinking? Fuck. 'The truth is,' I said against his chest, inhaling his new crystal cologne at the same time, 'ever since our wedding day, I have been feeling unsettled. I thought you were an entirely different person. Even Racheal, my friend, joked about that I married the wrong man. And now I accused you because of I heard your little sister call you a name I haven’t heard before.'

“Exactly. The one in the wedding gown looks like the bride’s older sister. That is the eldest daughter of the Avery family.” “How could this happen? Did they confuse the bride?” The guests were not the only ones talking. Even the members of the Rook family stared in disbelief. Brina was especially taken aback. When she saw that Nola was not wearing the wedding dress, she assumed the makeup team had made a serious mistake. She immediately turned to Calder. “This is bad. The stylists prepared the wrong bride.” “There is no mistake.” Calder’s tone remained calm. “What do you mean?” Brina asked.

I have no choice but to walk, maybe the groom will realize that I am not his bride. But I was wrong. He didn’t recognize his bride! Seriously? What’s wrong with this wedding? Even the guests didn’t recognize me. Is this some kind of blind wedding? I didn’t know it is still relevant these days. “Uh I think you got the wrong bride.” I whispered to the man at the end of the aisle. His brows furrowed “Well lucky you, you’ll get married today.” And he dragged me towards the priest. My eyes widened in shock. “ Father… Can you give a minute please? I’m just overwhelmed by the happenings can I talk with my honeybunch sweetie pie?” I said and dragged him out of the altar away from the crowd.