Is This My Fate? (the accidental bride)

ittle too loud, a little too fast. That day wasn't just another day-it was everything. My final project presentation. Four grueling years in Thea

te lace sleeves and a train that trailed like a whisper. It shimmered as I twirled in fro

i

ng in my stomach. A text from my super

irection. Just a pin

ble-this could've been part of the immersion. Maybe

door. The moment I arrived, The venu

rnate. Bre

olden vases overflowing with fresh roses. Twinkling fairy lights weav

or. This... didn't feel like a project venue.

iling. My breath hitched as my gaze traveled to the altar. And there, waiting at the end of the aisle, was a man in a sleek black t

lding a book. He smiled warmly at me. I forced my feet to move, my gown rust

ly wedded husband?" A chill crawled up my spine. My lips parted, but no words came out. I blinked, looking at Drew, waiti

ght? I looked for cameras, classmates, something. But a

rowd. They were watching expectantly, their smiles unwav

ew. "Do you, Drew Albert, take this woman to be your lawful

ned? The applause thundered in my ears. My hands trembled as I stepped down from the altar, Dre

or? Something was very, very wrong. We reached the photo stand, and Drew p

forced my lips into something that barely passed

he crowd swirled around me, the realization hit me like a slap. No one congratula

Mr. Groom-" "Drew," he corrected. "Fine. Drew. Where are the e

ed. "Evaluators? What are you talking about?" A cold shiver crept d

." Drew's jaw tightened. "I don't know what you're talking a

ssible. I didn't sign any marriage papers." Drew exhaled and r

e for a long moment, then reached into his pocket and

ext, and my heart plummeted. Marriage Agreement – 18 Months

I had never signed a marriage contract in my life. I looke

a shaky laugh, but it came out more like a gasp. "I don't work for a con

t this up, but someone tricked me into this marriage." Dr

"Hey Drew, my love. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience but don't worry, I've secured someone special for you as your contra

. "Who wrote this?" I asked, my voice dangerously low. "M

e?" Drew hesitated, then shook his head. "I don't think so. She must ha

!" My chest heaved. My entire world tilted. Someone

e his brain was finally

to buckle. My vision blurred as my throat tightened with

. Stepmother Calling... A chill ran through my spin