The Don S Wrong Bride Novels & Stories

I walked past him. “Let's go.” He followed. The drive to the party was quiet. I looked out the window, my fingers resting against my lap. I had so many questions. About his fiancée. About the Blackwoods.About this ridiculous marriage. And most importantly, about why he had called me Yulia. But I knew better than to ask him again. Armani had a talent for making me regret asking questions. ************************** The party was already crowded when we arrived. The moment we stepped inside, several heads turned in our direction. I wasn't surprised. Being married to Armani came with a certain amount of attention, whether I wanted it or not.A few people approached us almost immediately.

At our wedding, Julian, the head of the Moretti family, declared his love for me in front of New York’s most powerful crime families. “Here’s to our marriage, my beautiful wife.” A second later, he ripped off my veil and whispered coldly in my ear. “And here’s to our divorce, Claire.” The tears of joy froze on my face. The wedding was supposed to cement an alliance between our families. An encrypted livestream was carrying every moment to the allies who couldn’t attend. As I stared in shock, he pulled Sienna—the woman who managed his family’s books—into his arms. She wore a white Versace gown. The bride’s color. “If you’d just let her have that necklace last week, none of this would be happe

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé picked out our wedding portrait. At the center of the picture, he had one arm around Sofia's waist. I stood at the very edge in the wedding gown he'd ordered from Valcourt, half my skirt cut out of the frame. The photographer hesitated. "Mr. Moretti, shouldn't the bride be standing...?" "We'll go with this one." Luca straightened my shawl and bent to kiss my forehead. "Sweetheart, Sofia hasn't smiled this much in ages. It's just a picture. I know you won't mind. You know you'll always be my bride." Luca was the Don of the Moretti crime family in Port Ashford. Other people barely dared to breathe in his presence, but with me, he seemed willing

For twenty years I was the Whitmore heiress. Then a DNA test proved I was never theirs. The real daughter came home and took everything. My room, my parents, my boyfriend. Then she framed me for a crime she committed, and the brother I loved stood in court and lied. Three years later, my family was waiting outside the prison gate with a wedding dress. The Mafia Don needed a bride for his comatose son. My family needed his protection. I was the price. At the wedding, everyone laughed at the bride marrying a man who would never wake up. That night, I found my "sleeping" husband standing by the window, giving orders to armed men. "Keep my secret," he said. "And I'll help you destroy every

All it took five years ago is one mistaken call slip that brought her here - in front of the man she loves. Wyoming realized there are actually no accidents or mistakes in life. Those little tweaks are actually destiny’s way of gearing a person to his or her correct path. She may have been a replacement bride before, but fate proved that even a replacement can become the real thing. Five years later, Wyoming is no longer that replacement bride, she is the only bride- Cayden’s bride. The End…..

How was a wedding supposed to be? I knew about the dress being white and bouquet of flowers but my knowledge didn't go much farther than that. I knew how to be a spectator not how to be the bride.Whining to myself, I stood up from my bed and speed walked to the door. I knocked on it from inside knowing that a nearby guard would hear and come have a word with me. I was proven correct as only moments later, someone knocked on the door from the outside."Is something the matter, Donna?"A gruff voice questioned. No male was allowed in my room, at least not without the boss's permission, but unknown to the boss both his sons had broken his rules."Iwant to have a word with Julian."Everything went s

What did I do wrong to make myself unworthy of love? "Did I do anything wrong???," I inquired, "Are you unhappy with me?" "No, I'm not mad at you, but this long-distance relationship is not for me This isn't for me" "You don't have to be concerned about that any longer Because I'm going to be moving here I'm coming to stay with you" "I started dating another girl while you were away and I'm getting married to her shortly So I've come to tell you that I'm ending our relationship"

Why? The driver stopped at a huge church and standing right in front of it is mr and Mrs Donaldson. "What took you so long?!" Mrs Donaldson yells. "We don't have time for this. Come. Follow me in." Mr Donaldson says. I cross my arm with his and he starts walking me towards the bridegroom. The bridegroom looks at me with a happy smile but he doesn't know that he is getting married to the wrong bride or so I thought.

"What's wrong with you, sicko?" I swallowed hard. "Is this the East part?" His forehead creased. "The fck are you saying?" I cupped my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Oh my God! D-Did I marry the wrong man?" He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows but he clenched his jaws and grabbed my shoulders. "What are you talking about? Are you saying you came to the wrong wedding? You were not sent by someone? You didn't hide my bride?"

He went to kiss her, but his friends yelled, “NOT YET!” “By the power vested in me by the city of Manila—and now, I now pronounce you…oh wait. The rings. And you have to say…” “I do,” she whispered, staring at him. “I do, too,” Donald smiled. They slid the rings on and Donald turned to the Mr. City Clerk and tried not to roll his eyes at the man’s distracted incompetency. “By the power vested in me by the city of Manila—and now, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the….” Donald dipped his impregnated wife before the man could finish, “bride.”