Two Brides One Tragic Twist Novels & Stories

So before you dive into the wedding, into the dress that doesn't belong to her, into the whole tangled mess that's about to unfold, let me tell you a little about what you're actually signing up for. This is not a slow burn. I want to be upfront about that. Chapter one already has a bride walking down an aisle toward a groom who isn't looking for her, and it only gets tighter from there. I built this story the way I like to read them, where every answer creates two new questions, where the people you trust the least turn out to be hiding the most human reasons for what they did, and where the romance is never separate from the danger; it's tangled up inside it, so that falling in love and su

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..." She swallowed hard. "None of them ever walked out alive."

A tragic death born from constant sacrifice was not the end for Irina Crawford. When fate hurls her back into the past, she refuses to play the victim a second time. On her wedding day, she makes a reckless choice: swap the groom and step into the arms of Elijah Wellington—a mysterious man feared by all. As regret consumes her ex-fiancé, Irina stands ready to unravel the darkest secrets that once destroyed her life.

Her husband was out of town for business. They didn't meet Roman nor his family because they were occupied the entire day but some tailors had come by to fit their dresses on them. "How do you feel?" Gaby squealed behind her sister as the makeup artist did her art. "Like I'm going to fucking explode from anxiety." Lily swallowed, going through Weber. It was everywhere. 'Dalmain brothers getting married on the same day, who will the brides be?' Everyone wanted to know. Lily thought it had supposed to be a private thing so how did they all know about the wedding?

"Seth, Max was only trying to help you try out this marriage, and this is how you repay him? You're being ungrateful! No wonder your mom died so early! It's your karma!" I glanced at Jane's ghost-white face, arched an eyebrow, and grabbed the mic. "Everyone's probably wondering why we switched brides at the last minute today. Well, these videos and recordings say it all!" The detective did his homework, laying out the whole soap opera for us: a lovey-dovey couple torn apart by cold, hard cash, then years of on-again, off-again drama, and finally, the big romantic rekindling. The crowd was eating it up.

Despite their challenges, they both hope to find someone they can truly fall in love with. Bridgette and her family had just returned from the Wedding of her second friend, who Had Married in a span of two years. Being a bridesmaid a second time was depressing, especially knowing how her friends felt before getting married. She wasn't sad because of the wedding, Which Was a Beautiful traditional wedding, but Bridgette was sad because she knew her friend didn't really love the man she married.

I pushed past the heavy doors, and the sight of the happy couple standing on the stage hurt my eyes. "Isn't the bride today supposed to be me?" I asked Jason Scott with a trembling voice, my eyes reddening. Guilt briefly crossed his face, but he was more upset by my sudden appearance. "Didn't I explain this to you before? Stop causing a scene—there are so many people watching now. We can't risk upsetting Helena." I replied, "Why should I be the one getting upset then? Wake up, Jason! Your fiancee is me—not her!"

"Tell me, what… what happened?" I told him about the Dual Marriage System. Although he was shocked, he believed me. He buried his face in his hands and cried. I couldn't stop myself, either. All I could say was sorry. It was unfair for Verde. The breakup came out of nowhere, and it almost killed him.

echoed through the gilded hall. The church door opened slowly and ceremoniously. The spotlight pooled on the bride's silhouette. It illuminated Maddison and me. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my chest grew. I could hear the crowd whisper. "Wait, what's going on? Isn't the bride supposed to be Taylor Jones? Why is Maddison the one in it?" "Did they confuse who the bride should be?" "The bride's become the bridesmaid! Is this a prank?!" I forced myself to weather the humiliation and led Maddison to the stage.

I got in my car and was about to start the engine when I heard a knock on one of my windows, it was Maya and her fiance Eric. I slowly rolled down the windows until we could see each other clearly. "I am so sorry about what happened back then." Maya started, that smug still all over her face, "I am sure daddy could have helped you, but he wants my wedding to look beautiful, it's going to be the biggest wedding since Prince Harry." "Congratulations Maya, but I have to go." "I wanted to invite you, but I had no clue if you were still alive, and it seems like you already have a lot on your plate anyways."