Novel & Cerita The Wrong Bride Catharina Maura

Nobody had ever seen Katerina Edwards like this before. The elegant woman who once looked down on everyone now knelt in muddy rain screaming beside her daughter’s corpse. “She killed her!” Katerina suddenly shrieked hysterically. Her trembling finger pointed upward toward the wedding hall windows. “Nadia killed my daughter!” Citizens murmured nervously around the barricades. But nobody answered her accusations anymore. Because the entire kingdom had already watched Danielle try dragging Nadia to her death first. Katerina lunged suddenly at one of the guards restraining her.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

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,

Mateo leaned back a bit, presenting a subtle, diplomatic smile. “You’re a man who sees the bigger picture, Luca. You realize this isn’t just a proposal—it’s a valuable opportunity. What are your thoughts?”Mateo’s words hung in the air, smooth and measured. He proposed a marriage alliance—me with his sister, and one of my sisters paired with his family. I let the silence stretch out before responding. “You've made a mistake, Mateo.” My voice was steady, but had a sharp edge. “My sisters aren't pawns in some game. They will marry whomever they choose, not just who another family wants for them.”

the priest calls out “You may now kiss your bride” My heart races in my chest as Alexander moves closer, his face hovers over mine, his breath touching my face, his lips hang over mine, and slowly like a feather, they touch mine, I can almost feel the blood in my veins burst, his lips mesh with mine, and like a stronghold they unite, soft, wet and possessing. His fingers grab my waist pulling me closer, the cough from the priests separates us. “You can get the marriage certificate from the desk out front, thank you” he nods at us.

Uhm Lucian" I said, instead he held his fingers up, signalling me to jt shut, I obeyed not because I wanted to but I just made a promise " Mom and dad got married, she was the first mafia wife, and Dad loved her so much, growing as a child and an heir, I was never treated as one, but one day a war broke out, between my family and and another after dad killed the only daughter of the most feared leader of the local mafia.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

He isn't letting me go back to my former room and it is pissing me off, scaring the shit out of me of the imagination running through my head of what this man is really capable of. Mafias are bad people. They kill people. They engage in bad business. Who the hell is this man I got myself married to? As I storm outside without a particular destination in mind, a new thought sinks into my head wanting to comfort me a little about being the devil's bride. In reality, I am not his real bride. I am just a replacement for the woman who left him at the altar. As soon as he gets his hands on her, I will be free from his grip. Free to go back home to Chicago.

“I'm not a regular maid, neither am I the chief maid… I'm just a maid.” “I don't understand,” I said. If she wasn't a regular maid, or a chief maid, what then was she? “I'm a mafia's bride.” “You are?” I was surprised. “Yes, Giulia, I was taken just the way you were taken… or maybe worse.” Maria stood up and turned her back to me. “Fabrizo never came back for me.” “Who's Fabrizo?” “My groom… I heard he remarried.” “Why in the world would anyone do something like that to you?” I was beginning to feel bad for asking her to share her story.

On the morning of the wedding, my mother woke me before dawn to begin dressing and doing my hair. Salvatore came in person to escort me into the bridal car and take me to the church. Along the way, I stole glances at his profile. He was nothing like Giovanni. While Giovanni had the flirtatious charm of a playboy, Salvatore carried the quiet grace of a gentleman. I once thought he was cold and heartless—that was until I saw how far he had gone to avenge me in my past life.