The False Bride Novels & Stories

The other maid burst into laughter, "Sorry, but I found that question funny; treat her nice? they've never; sometimes, she doesn't eat anything during Christmas; all she does is do dishes and wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury, she, on the other hand, enjoys all the suffering, I think what you've just witnessed is a perfect example of how badly she is treated, I mean, who slapped a bride two days to her wedding" " A bride?! Wedding?!", She exclaimed, she was so surprised cause there wasn't any sign that a wedding was on the way, " Yes, a wedding,

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

"I just thought the groom's name looked familiar." Anna lowered her head guiltily and denied it on instinct. "I-I don't think so. You must be mistaken. My boyfriend has never been married." The moment the words left her mouth, she realized what she had said. Her entire body stiffened. I lowered my gaze and let out a soft laugh. One casual sentence was all it took to scare her into exposing herself as a mistress. Victor's taste in women really was terrible. I pretended not to hear her slip. Tapping the venue photos with my finger, I smoothly steered the conversation back on track.

She didn’t know what to do or where to turn. The officer’s pen scratched against the file. He didn’t look up. “Then explain how your name appears on all these documents, Ms. Vera. It says here you spent a total of 750 million dollars purchasing a company. When my colleagues went to the listed address, nothing was found. That is fraud, Ms. Vera. Misuse of company funds.”

My father looked at her then back at me while something passed between them that I could not read. "I haven't seen this before. These papers are fake," my father stated flatly. "Someone planted them here to confuse you about your past. Our enemies probably did this knowing you would eventually find them." I stared at him trying to determine if he was lying or actually believed what he was saying. "Fake? These are official documents with legal stamps plus lawyer signatures. They're dated twenty years ago when I was born." "They're forgeries," my mother added while finally finding her voice. "Very good forgeries but fake nonetheless. You're our daughter Annie. You've always been our daughter."

I unlocked my phone, my fingers moving faster than usual as I opened the trending tab, and there it was, right at the top, impossible to miss. Elevyn Blackthorne, the Ghost Bride, cheated on her husband with a daughter… or maybe it wasn’t cheating. Maybe the child is Damien’s and he has been deceiving the public all along. Tap to read more. For a second, I just stared at the screen. Then I let out a sharp breath. “What the hell is this?” I said, my voice rising despite myself. “This has to be some stupid rumor. This cannot be true.” “It is true,” Damien and Julian said at the same time.

The moment the door closed, the phone on the table buzzed. I picked it up and saw over a dozen unread messages, all from the fake young master, Michael. [Tony, you already figured out the bride is fake, right? Surprise. Christine and I are watching your wedding livestream right now.] Attached was a high-definition photo: Christine nestled affectionately in Michael's arms, both of them smiling sweetly at the camera. [Oh right, this was my idea. Christine said that even though you two grew up together, I'm her true love.]

All the women who had brought me here. I would sit on the bench, Rex beside me, and watch the sun set over the roses. Red and white. Love and death. And I would smile. Because I knew, without a doubt, that I had found my home. The wrong bride had become the perfect match. And she would live happily ever after. THE END

Paige said, all at the same time. Marie exhaled as she sank into the couch. There was no point delaying the truth. “I got married,” she said softly. “We signed a contract for a year.” Paige stepped closer first. “With Bruce Fox?” “Yes.” Paige's eyes widened. “Oh what have you done?” Marie sat upright, blinking. “What are you talking about?” Paige paced around, tapping her head frantically. “That man is a pervert, Marie. He pimps girls. Search for the Winston girls, you'll see it.”

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.