The Wrong Bride Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

His hands were clasped tightly in front of him, his jaw tight. He was smiling. Why is he smiling? Adrianna whispered to herself, her heart sinking, He didn’t even look back. Then the music changed. The bride appeared. Katherina rolled in wearing a white gown, seated in a wheelchair. Adrianna stared in disbelief, She can walk, So why the act? Katherina’s bald head showed under her veil a symbol of lies, not sickness. From a distance, she looked weak, almost fragile. But Adrianna could see the truth.

Archie growled at her. Maura was amused and leaned against the chair, staring at me. “I want the paparazzi to see her real self. Who is the real Camille? She is nothing more than my servant. Conan is dating a useless and ugly servant.” She laughed mockingly. “She does not deserve him.” “What’s the matter with you, Maura?” Kat asked. “She did nothing wrong with you. Then why the hell do you always want to be her bad luck?” “Don’t you think you’re speaking a lot more than I would like you to, dear Katy?” She glared at him. “I know you’re well aware of how I can shut your damn business if you keep taking her side.”

"Can you listen for a second? I'll tell you why the bride is not Clarice. First, her name is Charice Evans. If she is indeed Clarice do you think she will stay silent and not take revenge on us? Her husband is the leader of a powerful rogue pack. They could easily wage war against our pack or hire snipers to kill us. But she didn't do that. And last but not least, they invited us to attend the wedding. If she was Clarice she would never have invited us. Do you understand now?" "I understand, but I can't help it. I'm still bothered by her voice," Aurelia said anxiously. "Stop worrying so much. Let's just enjoy the party," Kaspar said casually. "I'm not planning to ruin my awesome experience t

Charlotte and Bianca exclaimed at once. “That’s ridiculous!.” Bianca shouted, jolting up from her seat. She would have waved it off as a joke, but Micheal Sanders wasn't much of a comedian. How could she be getting married? She did not even know who the groom was. Wait... “Luca Sergio.. “ She muttered with a deep grimace etched on her face. That name.. she’s heard it somewhere else. Beside her, Charlotte was also on her feet. She stared down at her husband who was still holding the diamond ring in disbelief. “Did you just say, Luca Sergio? You want our daughter married to that Old drug lord? That’s never gonna happen!.”

“I’m saying that you’re going to take her place, Katalina. You’ll stand in as my bride.” My blood ran cold. “What? No—no, that’s insane. I can’t just… replace my mother! That's so wrong in every way.” I voiced out. This is my mother's fiance we are talking about. Besides, I have a boyfriend… Huracio leaned in, his voice low, filled with something dangerous. “Oh, but you will, Katalina. Your mother created this mess and yóu, the perfect daughter will clean it. I am not going to have my name dragged through the mud because of your family”

My mother didn't even bother coming. And my groom? Just as good as Avatar. "He's not coming," I whispered. "His representative will stand in," the judge said, nodding toward a man at the edge of the room. He was cold-eyed, wearing an expensive suit and no smile. He didn't even introduce himself; he just watched me sign with the detachment of someone observing a transaction. I signed my sister's name. Valentina Rossi. "Done." The judge closed his file. "Congratulations, Mrs. Moretti."

“I—” Rory shoved me hard. “You’re burning the food.” I blinked. “I didn’t even turn the—” “Check it!” Clarissa snapped like I was some servant in her house. Mr. Hart sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Well, I’ve delivered the message. The necessary dresses and documents will arrive this evening. The bride will be picked up tomorrow morning by Mr. Theo’s driver. Kindly make sure she’s ready and please, she has to be the one with the butterfly mark.”

The toasts began shortly after. Her father was the first to raise a glass, offering a stiff toast, wishing Stefano and his “beautiful bride” a long and happy life together. Next was Mrs. Bellucci. Her speech was cold, brief, and disinterested — barely masking her disapproval. After her came a stream of strangers who toasted mostly to Stefano, barely acknowledging Elisa as they praised his success and power. She sat beside him, silent — looking the part of the happy bride but slowly beginning to wonder if she'd made the biggest mistake of her life. Her initial acceptance of this marriage was fading quickly.

Let them come. I moved across the room and set the drive on the desk. I opened Matteo’s workstation and brought up the interface he had given me access to. The system asked for authorization. I hesitated for half a second, then forced it through using the credentials I had memorized from his files. The drive loaded slowly and finally opened, and the first set of coordinates appeared, followed by names I did not recognize. It carried my father’s signature encryption key.

She didn't apologize to Raina or even look her in the eye. Raina just looked away and she wasn't surprised at all. She was a Valente in the Retroferd estate. She was already considered an enemy and she didn't need a maid to like her. Ma'am Collete reached into her pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys. She handed them to Pascal. "The Don has given his orders," she said, her voice turning cold again. "The bride is not to stay in the main house…She will stay in the room at the back of his villa."