The Wrong Bride Catharina Maura Mga Nobela at Kwento

Forced to take her twin sister’s place on the wedding day, quiet artist Sloane Rivera signs a one-year marriage contract with the man who hates her most, the cold billionaire Liam Hart. He believes she is the woman who once destroyed him. She despises him for the power he holds over her family and for the way he looks at her with pure contempt. What begins as a year of mutual hatred and ruthless rules slowly turns into the only truth either of them has ever wanted… until the twists threaten to destroy them both.

She had to get out of there, but she didn't see any gaps. Then a giant arm pulled her around her waist. She looked up and saw Eduardo Villa-Lobos with smoky eyes, directed at each of the people who were bothering her. “Charlotte is not a McKenna. he said loud and clear. “At least not anymore. My son and she got married a few weeks ago, but they didn't have the opportunity to go on their honeymoon before the horrific attack on him. She's a Villa-Lobos, she's from my family, and nobody messes with my family.

I just can’t be married to someone like him. “We apologize for this, it was our mistake, we were wrong for switching the bride, but it needed to be done,” Father said politely, and I rolled my eyes mentally. I didn’t think he could be this calm. “We need the reason why the bride was switched, this wasn’t the girl I had agreed for my son,” I knew it, definitely the Mother. “Karisa ran away before the wedding,” Father said humbly. Never seen him this humble in my life.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Bella’s stomach twisted as Dominic turned to her. His movements were deliberate as he lifted her veil. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers briefly not with affection, but as if sealing a deal. The small audience clapped politely, but Bella barely noticed. Her chest felt tight, her breaths shallow. The ceremony was over. She was now Isabella Moretti. The drive back to her family’s modest home was suffused with an uneasy silence. Bella sat beside Dominic in the backseat of the limousine, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. He didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed out the window, his expression unr

Didi’s mother, Ruth, scowled from the sidelines, glaring daggers, but Vera didn’t flinch. The press went wild. Cameras clicked, capturing every sharp glance, every small tremor, every forced smile. Vera pulled back, leaving Didi visibly shaken. “An applause for the bride, please,” Vera said sweetly, voice carrying across the room. Claps erupted immediately, polite at first, then swelling as everyone tried to capture the moment. Vera winked at Didi—and at Charles—deliberately, a small spark of mischief in her eyes. Didi’s lips twitched, attempting a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Charles’ knuckles whitened around his side.

All she had to do was not get in the way. “Carlos... why don't you come up with me?” Maura whispered, her lips almost brushing my neck. “We have so much to make up for...” I pushed her away firmly, but not brutally. My fingers squeezed her shoulders. “Not here.” I looked at the door. “Camila might see us. And I don't want any scandals. I'll take care of everything my way. Just give me some time. Soon, you'll be my Luna.” Maura smiled. Satisfied. Vain. She nodded as if she were already wearing the crown. And she left, swaying as if parading in the hall of victory.

“What the hell is this?!” Dominic Costa’s shout echoed through the room as he saw that the bride he wanted had been replaced. “Please don’t be mad, Mr. Costa,” Veronica pleaded. “Don’t you dare play tricks on me, Mrs. Marino! What I want is your daughter, but why did you give me this ugly duckling?” Belladonna lowered her head. Ah… she really was the ugly duckling. She and Bianca were nothing alike. If they were related by blood, would she also be as beautiful as Bianca?

“Do you think I married him because I wanted to? I’m threatened too. Someone far more powerful than you is pulling my strings. You want to kill us? Go ahead. Because you won’t gain anything from threatening me like this.” For a moment, Kapo was silent, taken aback by her outburst. Then his lips curled into a cruel smile. “You’ve got fire… just like Badur said.” He crouched down, his face inches from hers. “But don’t think your little performance fools me. You’re married to a billionaire. Tell him to give you some money, and this all ends.” Before Irene could respond, a loud gunshot rang out. Kapo’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open as blood bloomed across his chest. He stumbled backwards,

“All right, Maura, let me help you with the preparations. Ares, could you and Avrora bring my things in here?” “Of course we can,” Avrora answered for him and gently shoved the man out the door. It seemed my future mother-in-law wanted a serious conversation. Just what I needed. “Maura,” she said as she took plates from the cupboard, “Avrora told me you’ve found your destined mate.” I knew it. This conversation wasn’t going to be pleasant. After setting the food on the table, I began carefully transferring it onto plates. “Yes. It happened at Kirill’s wedding. He turned out to be the bride’s brother.”

“She claims to hold marriage documents older than yours." The door opened, and a beautiful woman in a classic European noble gown walked in. She smiled elegantly, yet her eyes emitted the same coldness as Eleanor Thorne. "Long time no see, Mavric," the woman said. "Sorry to interrupt your sweet moment, but I am here to reclaim my position as 'The True Bride of Thorne'. “According to the contract made by our grandfathers forty years ago." Mavric narrowed his eyes. "Isabella von Hapsburg?"