The Accidental Bride Who Won Everything Novels & Stories

Anne took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my lady. It’s all everyone is talking about. The kitchen staff are already drafting meals for the royal wedding.” “Royal wedding?!” Lily was utterly shocked. Mirabel looked calm but in reality, her ears were ringing and her blood seemed to have run cold. “Who is this bride?” She managed to ask Anne. “Megan Brighton! Former queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Her marriage to Richardson Jared was dissolved yesterday.” Anne answered. “What a wench! She lost her throne and now she is here for Lady Mirabel’s crown!” Mary yelled. “We do not insult women we do not know, Mary.” Mirabel cautioned her lady.

I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself. Jessica’s texts started popping up one after the other: Jess: SIS WHAT IS THIS??? Jess: You MARRIED a billionaire?? Jess: Who is he?? What’s going on?? Answer meeeee!! Jess: Mom is gonna hyperventilate. Jess: ARE YOU OKAY?? Jess: HELLO??? I suddenly felt dizzy. I didn't even know which message to respond to first. There were a lot of tags on my I*******m too. The wedding I thought was fake is actually real, and now the whole freaking world knows about it. My face was almost on every blog — mystery woman, unknown bride, Miami wife. And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortu

There was absolutely no mistaking it. Adrian didn't notice my silent heart attack. He smiled warmly, proudly turning to the crowd and then to me, gesturing toward the man beside him. "Sloane, darling," Adrian said, his voice full of genuine excitement. "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."

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

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

“We’re just checking if we look decent. No curses are gonna fall out of the sky.” “But it’s bad luck,” she muttered, pouting like a scolded child. News flash: tomorrow was the big day. Our wedding. No bachelor parties, no wild send-offs. We wanted things quiet. Private. Away from reporters sniffing for gossip and headlines. Honestly, I wouldn’t survive seeing Adrian surrounded by half-naked dancers grinding on him. Not a chance.

Hadn’t seen her or even heard her voice and somehow she still occupied every corner of my mind. The church doors opened. The bride had arrived. Camille Beaumont entered on her father’s arm. The room collectively sighed in admiration. She looked beautiful in her elegant white dress with perfect hair and a perfect smile. The perfect bride. And I felt absolutely nothing. Camille reached the altar and smiled at me. I nodded politely. She deserved better than this. Better than a husband whose heart was somewhere else. But Brotherhood marriages were rarely about love. Everyone here knew that. The ceremony continued. The priest spoke about commitment. Family. Honor. Duty.

echoed through the gilded hall. The church door opened slowly and ceremoniously. The spotlight pooled on the bride's silhouette. It illuminated Maddison and me. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my chest grew. I could hear the crowd whisper. "Wait, what's going on? Isn't the bride supposed to be Taylor Jones? Why is Maddison the one in it?" "Did they confuse who the bride should be?" "The bride's become the bridesmaid! Is this a prank?!" I forced myself to weather the humiliation and led Maddison to the stage.

He moved around the building and led her through a remote door. She knew she was an accidental bride, but she could not help feeling like some stolen goods being smuggled in. Was this not his house then? Was this the Alexakis mansion, and he was scared of offending the heir? They went up a flight of stairs, as a small group of maids abandoned their tasks to gape at her in her wedding dress. She smiled nervously at them. Yay! Your boss’s cousin married a bride on a whim. Egan stopped suddenly on the stairs, and she almost ran into him. He turned to the gaping maids, and they hastily flurried away.

I don't think the bride is bothered at all by my presence and only her say would count boy." Aiden's father stated and Marina forced a smile. She hadn't gotten over the basement incident yet. According to the contract, she's supposed to act like she was really Aiden's wife and they were in love. "Even if she's bothered, surely she won't show it to you." "You don't need to worry at all. I’m getting along with the new bride," Aiden's grandfather stated, extending a wide smile.