The Wrong Bride Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

Her orange specks on her right iris are darker, and seemed to have taken a lot of the area compared to the other. "Lucas, dearie, it's not Marie, it's Mari. The stress is in the middle. And if I were the maid, I'd poison your drink. Or maybe your food. Can’t be too sure." Oh I know who you are, baby. Caterina Mari. Later to be my fiancèe. Soon to be my wife. The future Boss of both clans. The golden trophy I get to admire. The little firecracker I needed to tone down a little. The woman I get to worship.

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.

The room froze. Lillian stared at him like she had misheard. “No,” she said slowly. “I’m your wife.” Adrian met her gaze steadily. “You stopped being my bride the moment you ran away.” Lillian’s face turned pale. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh,” Selena whispered with a grin. “This just got interesting.” Elara stood silently beside the table, her heart racing. Because the man she had accidentally married…had just chosen her. And the real bride was not about to accept that quietly.

"By Victor. Victor found out about us. About the affair. About the pregnancy. He had Marcus killed." "And then he married you?" "Victor was obsessed with me. He wanted me. He could not have me. So he took my sister instead." Catherine's face was pale. "Victor married me because I looked like her. Because I was the closest he could get. He never loved me. He loved Elena. He always loved Elena." The room was silent. Rex moved from the window. Sat down beside me. Took my hand. "Do you believe them?" he asked.

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

The camera then slowly panned across the crowd before settling on the bride's back. Luca couldn't wait any longer. He gripped Pino's arm tightly, and his eyes were hard and fierce. "Who is it? Who is the bride who married into the Valentini Famiglia?" Pino looked at him and answered quietly, "The bride looks exactly like Katerina Cecere, Signore." Luca froze at once when he heard this. He was completely stunned. Just then, the bride in the video slowly turned around. Her veil billowed in the wind and revealed a face that Luca knew all too well.

"I don't show mercy, Laura. You know it. Your family broke Bratva's traditions. They will pay for their sins. Your husband will pay for his sins. Rules are Rules and they are for everyone, Laura." Laura nodded and sniffed. "If rules are for everyone then why is Dinara not here, Pakhan. Why is my husband and sister-in-law the only one suffering? Why not Dinara, Pakhan!" She questioned him. "Laura!" Igor snapped from behind as he moved forward, and turned her around by grabbing her shoulder, angrily. "Shut your mouth!" Laura gasped and clutched her son tighter. "Why! Why should I shut up when it's your sister who is pregnant. She also broke the rules and traditions of Bratva. But she is nowher

I always heard that Bratava Capo was one of the most handsome men in Chicago but also that he was equally sinister as well. People in Chicago used to call him Satan because he killed his first man at the age of 11. And I heard that he and my husband are the best torturers in Bratava. He was married to one of the prettiest girls but we heard that she was an outsider. Her name was Nina. She also came to congratulate us. "Congratulations Anna for the wedding, I am Nina Dante's wife. I hope we get along. I really wanted a shopping partner," she said with a wink, making me like her immediately as I really would love someone to get along with me.

As soon as our car leaves the driveway my eyes drop closed and I’m asleep. Marissa and Antonio seem happy as ever with their two little babies. But Marissa’s transition from normal student to a mafia bride was much easier than Catherine’s is. I think it was good for Catherine to speak to someone who has been through almost the same as her. Please leave a comment and a vote!