The Wrong Bride Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

Celine's POV 3 months later; Tears gathered in my eyes as I stared out of the window, wearing the dress that belonged to my step sister, Emilia. I still cannot believe that this was happening. Just yesterday, I had thought that I would be a guest at the wedding, and now, 24 hours later...I was the substitute bride who was about to walk down the aisle to marry a complete stranger. Rowan Sinclair. " Are you ready?" Eleanor, my step mother asked as she walked into the room

"But how did the baker come by this? We had two files ready. One for the business partnership and one for the marriage arrangement with Valerie. They weren’t even supposed to be in the same room.” I gave myself the ghost of a smile. "Summer brought both sets down to the source and when I summoned her to view the Bernard caper. She accidentally took both and left them all on the table.” Javier stared at me. “And so this girl accidentally signed a binding marriage contract that was intended for a completely different woman. "Accidentally." I spoke the word again, savoring it. "Yes. Let's call it that."

I gravely warned. Marianne wasn’t going to lose that easily. She ran to my mother. “Ma’am, you have the wrong bride. I am Marianne, the real daughter of Washington! She’s just adopted—not real blood. The contract stipulates that your son marries a Washington!” she crazily said. Mother moved back a bit, gauging the madwoman in front of her.

“Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.” I smiled politely, squeezing Cristiano’s hand just a bit tighter. The older man’s words sent a shiver up my spine. His bride’s hollow gaze drifted toward mine, and for a moment, I caught a flicker of something in her eyes—pain, perhaps? It looked as if she was pleading to be set free. But the look vanished as quickly as it appeared, her expression changing back into a practiced one. Cristiano had explained it all to me yesternight; He had told me he wasn't in support of their marriage, Ronald had insisted that it was consensual.

he added, though it didn’t soften the edge in his tone. She didn’t ask if Viviana knew about her marriage. She didn’t need to. Of course she knew. Word traveled fast through the underworld, especially when it was dressed as scandal. Leora, daughter of Salvatore D’Amato, married to Don Allerick Voss—the crippled king in a throne of blood and iron. It would’ve made Viviana laugh once. Now it would make her aim. Leora dropped into the leather chair nearest her, her knees finally demanding a reprieve. “This changes everything.”

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

"Alpha Alessandro, you can’t—" "I will," I snapped. "But on one condition." I turned back to Paleframe. "You will stand before your council and confirm it. You will say it out loud that Mauve Scarlet, the woman I married, the woman I mourned, is your daughter." He froze. "You don’t have the right to demand that."

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

Then they saw few young teenagers waiting for them at the stage and one of them that made Bernard's heart sour is his fourteen years old little sister that he hadn't seen for three years . " For your knowledge ,madams and sirs , the seven brides are actually our madam Elina Wong or actually our Master President Adrian Moo's wife classmates in the university . Mrs Moo said they are like her family so believe me , no one would dare to touch the Mrs Moo's bestfriends ." The emcee jokes with the hidden meaning .

Who then gave them that impression that the runaway bride latter came back? Rohan? No! Rohan only instructed his assistant to get a wedding gown that has a heavy vile, which eventually covered the face of the bride, the body features of the two girls were almost the same only their faces were different. So the congregant in the church auditorium including Madam Hamati got the impression by themselves or from the social media that the bride latter came back. Madam Vivian Hamati was not only confused because of the apparent change in bride, but was also confused because to her ‘the young woman looked so much like madam Julia Bon-Hwa’ she was thinking this in her heart.