The False Bride Novels & Stories

She dropped the bomb, and I was stunned. I just told her to be with Ivan. She is with Ivan, and I don’t know what he is capable of. All the love and affection he showed towards him felt fake ,suddenly knowing he was Sarah's stepbrother. And then he claimed to love her and wanted to marry her off. Well, right now, it's not time to cry over spilled milk. I again tried to call her back, but her phone was not reachable. Gosh, what to do now?

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

“There is no reason for me to tell you now, Queen Erasma. It is not vital at this point.” With eyes glowing with madness, the Medean Queen glared at the Rogue Alpha and smirked. “I will go there, and let everyone knows that the Alpha King just forced his bride into marriage. That he just snatched her from the Rogue Alpha, and that is you, who claimed to be the real mate of his bride. That he used his power to get what he wanted to the extent of violating the mate’s rule in the whole realm. Do you think, the Alphas and other attendees of the wedding will respect him still as the Alpha King? And do you think, the Alpha King will spare your life, knowing that you made a false pretense, claiming

Irene could barely take it all in. She was admiring a painting when she spotted Astrid. Mustering a smile, she waved awkwardly. “Hi…” Astrid turned slowly, her arms crossed. “Sister-in-law,” she drawled. “Tell me the truth.” Irene blinked. “About what?” Astrid stepped closer. “How much is true, and how much is a lie?” “I—I don’t understand.” “How much are you pretending not to remember?” Astrid’s voice was laced with venom. “Do you remember that man you lived with?”

The world was collapsing, and my so-called husband and groom was practicing the art of nonchalance. Meanwhile, Madam Helena stepped forward, her poise like a blade, sharp and regal. “Denver, do not stagger out like some injured bull. This is your family’s shame, not ours. If your family wasn’t so despicable, we wouldn’t be here cleaning the mess. Providing us a fake bride? Denver, how dare you belittle my West family?” I gasped, just like everyone else. A fake bride? Mia was fake? My brain went blank for exactly three seconds. Then, like a badly tuned radio, my thoughts came crashing in with static – a fake heiress of a fake Harrington?

The air smelled faintly of incense, and the distant echo of trumpets signaled the approach of a new peace—one that would come at a steep price. She glanced at the forged credentials in her hands, which proclaimed her as the Eastern Dominion’s "peace bride," a symbol of a ten-year ceasefire between empires. But inside her, the truth burned cold: she wasn’t the real bride. That girl had died weeks ago, leaving Eva to step into her place. The capital’s grandeur loomed around her—gleaming towers casting long shadows, and the quiet whispers of nobility wrapped in wealth and deceit. A thousand eyes followed her as she walked the bridge, the cheers of the people masked behind veils of pity and curi

“So… this is where you two first met?” Elena nodded slowly and closed her eyes. The sunlight cast a soft glow on her delicate face, painting her features with a quiet sadness. “Back then,” she said, her lips trembling, “he told me, ‘Elena, when we grow up, I want you to be my bride.’” Her voice broke, and when she opened her eyes again, tears had already begun streaming down her cheeks. Stephan clenched his fists. “Unbelievable. Even as a kid, Damien knew how to charm girls—and you actually believed him?”

“There must be a misunderstanding. I’ll… I’ll get her back to you.” Mr. Bode straightened his jacket, sneered. “You’d better. Or I’ll tell the police about your little bride scheme. I’ll take every cent back, with interest.” “Bring the girl to me by tomorrow night, or you’ll regret it.” Then he hung up, the door slamming loud enough to rattle the frames on the wall.

The false bride slammed the book shut with a loud thud, causing an uproar among the crowd as the faceless guests screamed even louder than before: “You choose nothing! You are weak! You are broken!” The flames surged, causing the aisle to tremble. The false bride rushed forward, her veil trailing behind like a dark shadow. Camela stood up, trembling, yet her voice was strong. "No! You are the weak one. You followed orders. You gave in. But I…" she raised her chin, tears streaming down her face”…I will not." The false bride pounced at her with her arms stretched out. Their bodies collided and Camel

No fireworks. Just finality. The crowd erupts in applause. I smile for the cameras, for the legacy, for the lies. But inside? I’m already tearing it all down. I am now Mrs. Vitali. And part one of my father’s plan is complete. But this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. And someone in this story just tried to kill the wrong bride.