The Wrong Bride Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

“Don’t get it twisted. I’m only here because I have something to say. First, never call me again. And don’t you dare ask about my father—you lost that right long ago.” Beatrice smiled, unfazed. “Are you done?” She slid a file across the table. Marianna glanced at it with disgust. “What the hell is this?” She opened it. “A marriage certificate?” she spat. “What the hell does this have to do with me?” Beatrice took her hands. “Congratulations, darling. You’re getting married.” Marianna burst into laughter. “You’ve lost your mind. You must be confusing me with Luna. Why the hell is my name on this?”

I roll my eyes before mumbling, “Someone who I hate, how he glances at me.” “You have a lot of hate stored for this guy. Max. But your sister really caught a big deal for him to agree to marry her. That guy is known everywhere as the top four among the wealthiest, handsome and influential Mafia. Many girls will kill to have him as a side chick, I mean. I get why she is willing to do everything to make sure she doesn't miss her chances with him.” “But that asshole killed my mother. She was her mother, too.” I feel my blood boiling as I hold back the pain again.

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..."

Her face and voice reflected frustration, and her breaths were resounding because of how heavy they came out. “Didn't you see how that son of a bitch disrespected my authority back then?” Brandon growled out with eyes shooting out in anger. Her whole body shook in her shoes and her heart hammered in her heart, but she tried not to make it obvious. She freed her arm and took a few steps forward. “I know, and I saw all that. But, two wrongs don't make a right. We'll definitely get screwed up if we make a mistake of adding another enemy to our list.” Clarissa didn't take a break in spewing out all these words.

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.

I would be Mrs Sergio Andretti, the perfect bride and mafia wife, by the end of the morning. A knock sounded at the door and caused me to turn around. When I do, I spot my little sister, Carlotta, as she peeks in with her eyes closed. Oh, boy, now I had to deal with this fake little puppet as well. “Are you decent?” she asks, and I let out a perfectly timed chuckle. “I am,” I answer her, and she opens her eyes before walking inside. The unmistakable glint of jealousy flared in her green eyes, but it was gone just as quickly. “You look beautiful, Caterina - ever the virginal Mafia bride,” she gushes with a hint of envy to her voice and accentuates the word ‘virginal’.

“ By the way , is Damian ready ? “ asked madam Laura . “ Yes ! I was soo surprised when I saw him all nervous like that . He tried to be cool and hide it but he was in disadvantage . “ said mr Karlo . “ How so ? “ asked madam Laura with a smirk . “ Because he forgets that his father-in-law is hella crazy for his mother-in-law . I was as nervous as hell when I got married to you . You shake my whole being girl , even after all these years . “ said mr Karlo with a seductive expression which made madam Laura blush . “ ….You…..You , keep yourself fin check . Is our child’s wedding today . “ said madam Laura with a shy smile as she looked away . Mr Karlo looked at his wife with a sweet smile then

I would be Mrs Sergio Andretti, the perfect bride and mafia wife, by the end of the morning. A knock sounded at the door and caused me to turn around. When I do, I spot my little sister, Carlotta, as she peeks in with her eyes closed. Oh, boy, now I had to deal with this fake little puppet as well. “Are you decent?” she asks, and I let out a perfectly timed chuckle. “I am,” I answer her, and she opens her eyes before walking inside. The unmistakable glint of jealousy flared in her green eyes, but it was gone just as quickly. “You look beautiful, Caterina - ever the virginal Mafia bride,” she gushes with a hint of envy to her voice and accentuates the word ‘virginal’.

He'd only left the job because he couldn't keep pretending to be someone he wasn't under that hyper-masculine uniform. From the corner of her eye, Carlotta saw Alessandro walking toward her. She'd been dying to talk to him again. She had so many questions, especially about Giovanni Galliardi. How did she become his intended bride all of a sudden when she thought she was marrying Don Salvatorre? Yep, she'd already accepted her fate. There was no point hoping her situation would change. She might as well get used to it. However, she was confused. Who the heck really is her groom?

I furrowed my brows. “You might be wondering how you got your name…” “I wasn't… and why are you deviating from my question?” I rudely interrupted him, but he didn't glance my way but kept talking. “It was from your mother, Lorenza. Lorenza and I had been lovers even before she met your father. At that time, Giovanni had more power than I did. He was richer and his father was the current mafia leader. So, for that reason, your mother left me for him the moment your father asked her to be his wife”