The Wrong Bride Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

I walked past him. “Let's go.” He followed. The drive to the party was quiet. I looked out the window, my fingers resting against my lap. I had so many questions. About his fiancée. About the Blackwoods.About this ridiculous marriage. And most importantly, about why he had called me Yulia. But I knew better than to ask him again. Armani had a talent for making me regret asking questions. ************************** The party was already crowded when we arrived. The moment we stepped inside, several heads turned in our direction. I wasn't surprised. Being married to Armani came with a certain amount of attention, whether I wanted it or not.A few people approached us almost immediately.

Killian, his face etched with frustration, engaged in a heated argument with his formidable mother, Henrietta Anderson. Henrietta, a formidable woman with a regal air, stood her ground, insisting on a peculiar tradition. "It's a mountain slope, Killian! The Anderson bride must transform into a wolf and gracefully leap over the cliff. It's a tradition that has been upheld for generations." Killian, however, was having none of it. He crossed his arms defiantly, his expression one of disbelief. "Mother, many of Anderson brides did not do it. This tradition is absurd. It's dangerous and unnecessary."

You don't have a husband, do you? "Mr. Aundrey, I think your question is off the point," Aiden said, trying to protect Catherin. "Whether Miss Catherin is married or not is irrelevant." "It does, Mr. Aiden. According to my client, this Miss Catherin often came to the house and instigated Mrs. Marenka in every way, which made Mrs. Marenka fight against our client. Mrs. Marenka became unmanageable and often came home late at night and sometimes did not go home. Miss Catherin, your life is so free; why bring Madame Marenka into your world when you have a husband?”

Sumitra gasped and ran forward. "She’s hurt! She’s... she can’t..." But Avyaan didn’t stop. His cold glare flicked away as if none of it mattered. As if this wasn’t a woman. As if she was just another burden. He walked away without a single word. The bride stood still, bleeding on shattered glass. And yet, she didn’t cry. She didn’t fall. Aarika ran forward, held her, and shouted for the maid. And behind them, the mansion grew darker than ever.

Doni's business associate's daughter, Maura. Deep down in her heart, Mrs. Mili didn't quite like the girl who was supposed to be wedded to Felix, named Maura. She came across as glamorous, arrogant, and haughty. That's why Mrs. Mili was now very grateful that her son had married Cyra. The lady could tell from Cyra's demeanor that she was a good, gentle, and friendly girl, and she was very confident in that assessment. As Peter's assistant went further into his boss's house, he could see Bik Upik in the family room from a distance. The assistant immediately said, "Bik, have you prepared what I told you on the phone?" he asked Bik Upik.

~~KEANU~~ Maura flinched, and then her eyes began welling up. “What I did was terrible. I was wrong to sleep with Nikolai. I know that. But I wasn’t the only one to blame, Keanu. We both made mistakes.” I raised a brow even as my hand drew into a fist in my lap. “Enlighten me.”

I couldn’t hide the hostility in my voice. “Ms. Rosanna…she had all the qualities of a mafia bride.” Gabriele tried to reason with me. “She grew up in a well known family and is well-mannered, well-groomed. She has been trained in the ways to become a mafia bride ever since she was very young. She knows how to look after the business as well. Most of all, she is pure.” “So a woman’s virginity is the determining factor of her character now?” I barked out at him harshly. “What kind of world are you living in, Gabriele?”

He asked. “Because she turned up mysteriously two years ago sir, around the time your wife left. No one knows anything about her or where she came from, and she keeps a very low profile.” “Okay okay,” Luca said, eager to know more. “How does this information concern the second good news you're talking about.” Carla smiled. “The masked lady at the masquerade ball was Elena Romano sir… or should I say, your ex-wife Isabella.” Luca stared at her in complete disbelief. “How sure are you about this Carla?”

Nathan's Pov "Fine. Let me bear that cross." My mother walked closer to me. She tried to hold my hand but I took a step back. She looked at me like she was searching for my soul. “You don't need to be so angry at everyone. Remember, marrying Olivia was a mistake. She tricked all of us. She is even meant to be in jail for the amount of deceit. She robbed her sister of her marriage.” Richard stood up from the table and walked towards me. So did Jessica.

As quietly as I can, I slide into a seat at the very back, grateful no one really turns their head. Maria looks stunning. Radiant in her gown, her smile is wide as she stands at the altar beside Enzo. Kayleigh is the bridesmaid so she’s standing next to her in a dress that looks quite similar to mine. Of course, she’ll make sure she looks like she belongs at Dante’s side, even at someone else’s wedding. Dominic is there too, sharp in his suit with his expression more relaxed than anyone else’s. His eyes sweep the crowd then catch on me.