The False Bride Novels & Stories

"I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't want to believe that I'm not your old friend Angela, there's nothing I can do about it. I am Janiyah, Javier's wife and nothing more. Even I, I don't know Angela—” I stopped talking when they laughed again. "She's the best actress, there's no doubt that she can tell us that now." A woman with white hair and a yellow gown said with a laugh. I have to admit that they are all beautiful but their behavior doesn't match their beautiful faces. "Yeah right. You're the best actress, but because we already know you, we won't believe what you say," Francheska said. "How many years did you hide and come back to immediately married to Javier? Don't t

She added, and they both walked out. As they walked out, I turned to the mirror again, my eyes welled up with tears, I just couldn’t believe it. Sara had told so many lies just to make this alliance work. She made me a fake princess, and someone else my father. I had watched so many historical movies and I had seen for myself how people who lied to the royals were treated. I knew I would meet the same fate if I got caught. The only way I could remain alive was to keep up with Sara’s lies, even if I didn’t want to. The door came open, and the stylist walked back in, “It is time for the bride to walk in, please come with me,” she smiled at me and held my hand, guiding me out of the dressing ro

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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…..

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

"The bride was betrayed by her groom on her wedding day. He didn't show up. In years, she went looking for him. She finally found him outside his house. He said he had cold feet. That wasn't all. He was also in love with her sister. In fact, he and her sister had sex the night before. The bride couldn't believe it. She felt betrayed. She cried as she hit his chest. She begged him. She cried to him, pleading with him but he refused. She hit him repeatedly again. In order to defend himself, he pushed her off him a bit. She stumbled back on her heels and fell towards the road. Just then, a huge truck passed with speed. It hit her instantly. She died..... In her wedding dress. The dress was fill

Zenia covered her ears and glared at the fake bride viciously. The fake bride bore a striking resemblance to Holly with her makeup, and she looked even more so with the veil covering her face. As Zenia only met Holly a couple of times, she couldn't tell she was a fake. Abelin tried to placate her, saying, "Go back first. I'll explain it to you afterward. My grandmother is watching." Zenia didn't know it was a fake wedding, so she got even angrier. "No way. You must give me an explanation today!"

Gathering herself, Amy dropped into a belated curtsy. "Welcome to Valendria, Your Majesty," she managed politely. "To what do we owe this honor?" Queen Anastasia waved one elegant hand languidly. "I have come to formally introduce myself to dear Viktor's new little royal bride." Her smile turned frosty. "We are practically family now...in a sense." Dread knotted Amy's stomach at the cunning amusement in the other queen's expression. Just what did she mean by that cryptic statement? Uneasy, Amy glanced anxiously up at Viktor's taut profile, praying his next words would not confirm her worst fears...

I turned. The mirror glowed faintly in the dark, like a window lit from another world. The woman inside it moved—not like a ghost, but like a prisoner pacing her cage. She pointed toward the wall. I followed her gaze—toward a painting. A young bride in colonial lace. Her eyes held secrets. Her smile… defeat. The name beneath: > “Anindya Damar, 1893 – Disappeared on Her Wedding Night.” The voice returned, stronger. > “The curse feeds on brides. On purity. On memory. But one bride... was never forgotten.”

"She initialled every page." Adler looked at the legal pad. She had initialled every page. Which meant she had read every page, or read enough of every page to feel she had read it, which meant the argument that the signing had been obtained under false pretenses was complicated by the fact that the information was technically present in the documents she had technically read and technically initialled. The marriage authorization language was buried but it was there. A lawyer could argue it was obscured. Another lawyer could argue it was present and signed.