The Wrong Blind Date Novels & Stories

“You heard me right. That's what I said. Keep calm and enjoy wealth. Do you lack anything in your life? Why should the DNA results you saw cause you to panic?” I asked. “Is the child going to take your place as the first wife? The answer is no! So what then is your problem? Keep shut,” I hollered. She seems betrayed and hurt. But I never betrayed her either. Everything happened by accident. I never knew when I impregnated that stranger. Called Sofia. It's a mistake. I think I was drunk.

the man extended is hand expecting Rose to shake hands and his expression faltered when she made no move to. "Wait a minute," Alice spoke up. "You are..." "The blind date, yes," the man spoke, hoping to be recognized. "I apologize deeply. It's completely my fault. Your parents spoke with me yesterday, both I forgot to inform Miss Gabrielle about it. Although I wasn't expecting to see you on this cruise." "Me neither. I must say it's definitely fate," the man beamed. "Yeah! What a total coincidence," Alice laughed. "Date? What Date? I didn't agree to any blind date," Rose let out and them man's smile faltered once again.

Love was two people chasing their dreams together and supporting each other side by side. Right now, a few barbed words from Finn could never shake my feelings. However, Finn still didn't give up. One day, he showed up in my office with a guitar. He played and sang the song "Look at Me, Eyes Don't Lie", the same one he had sung when he confessed to me back then. The familiar melody brought no warmth. All I felt was deep annoyance. I thought the song was ironic. After we married, he lied to me almost every day.

"Dad, Mom, you’ve got it wrong. Amanda is now—" "Scott, shut up!" Elaine might not have understood everything, but she wasn’t blind. She shot Amanda a vicious glare, then turned to me. Her voice wavered, lacking conviction. "Katie, this must all be some kind of misunderstanding. Scott has always been soft-hearted. This woman must’ve tricked him. "And besides, you’re always so busy with work. All you ever do is stare at your reports. You don’t even have time to pour him a cup of coffee.

“Let’s talk about how you forgot Marco’s name. Or how you don’t remember Petra’s birthday party. Or how you’re suddenly camera-shy when you used to post selfies five times a day.” “I didn’t forget anything. I just...” “Just what?” The blonde leaned forward. “Just became a completely different person overnight?” Green Dress laughed. “Maybe she had a personality transplant along with the wedding.” “Or maybe,” Red Hair said slowly, “she’s not who she says she is.” The words lingered between them. Arwen stood. “I think this luncheon is over.” “Ari, don’t be so sensitive.” The blonde stopped. “I mean Isolde. Sorry.”

The words hitted me louder than a bomb. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head immediately, the denial coming instinctively, desperately. “No, this is wrong. There’s a mistake. This can’t be right.” “There’s no mistake,” Adrien said coldly. I looked up at him, panic rising so fast it felt like it was choking me. “Adrien, listen to me,” I said quickly, stepping closer, my voice breaking despite my effort to stay calm. “There has to be something wrong with this report. After everything that’s happened, after the fake bottle test, you can’t just trust this without questioning it—”

“Ms. Bennett? Right this way.” She leads me past tables of people who belong here, to a private booth in the back. My steps slow. This doesn’t look like a business dinner. Adrian Knight sits in the booth, perfectly composed in a dark suit. His eyes meet mine, and something flickers across his face. I stop walking. “There’s been a mistake,” I say. “I’m supposed to meet…” “A family friend,” Adrian finishes. “About a business opportunity.” This is a setup. My mother set me up on a blind date with Adrian Knight.

Marcus took the report casually. The next second, his pupils shrank. He crushed the paternity test in his fist. Damien's face turned pale, and he kept backing away. "Marcus, listen to me. Seraphine and I only did it once…" Marcus snarled under his breath and swung his fist at him. "You bastard. You're my own brother, and you slept with my mate?" Good, I thought. Hit him harder. Raven was already ten years old. Who knew how many years those two had been sleeping together?

Sophie stared at them for longer than was strictly necessary. Always you. Chosen by her sister eight months ago, at an appointment Sophie hadn't known about, for a man Charlotte had been quietly planning to leave. And now here it was, engraved in gold, being confirmed by the wrong twin in a jeweler's shop twenty minutes late because the right twin was somewhere on the Yorkshire coast building an entirely different life under an entirely different name. "Beautiful choice of words," Mr. Ashby said pleasantly. "Yes," Sophie managed. "It is."

"Tell me the second matter." "Renard proceeded with the signing." Renard was the pleasant man. Renard was very good at his job, which was to facilitate the movement of documents between the people who needed to sign them in a way that felt inevitable rather than orchestrated. "There was a woman identified on the gallery's guest list as Maddox, O. The initial match against the Olivia Maddox documentation was a reasonable identification error under the circumstances. The first name was abbreviated. The last name matched. She was present at the event and consistent with the general profile." Another pause, shorter this time. "Her name is Octavia Maddox. She is the artist. The city pieces." The