¿El Vestido Es Una Novela O Un Cuento Corto?

Three years as his fiancée, reduced to nothing more than a soulless trinket. No going out. No friends. No opinions. Every breath I took was measured against Leo's mood. For three years I obeyed him unconditionally, trying to warm the heart of this mafia tyrant. Then today, in the fitting room at the atelier, his adoptive sister Alice snatched my couture wedding gown right off the rack. She didn't even have the decency to do it behind my back; she walked straight into Leo's arms while I stood there watching. Leo barely glanced at me. Just patted her head and said, “It's just a dress. Let her have it.” Three years of patience, and that's what it came to. A joke. I looked at the two of them, that smug, triumphant, and I thought: Marciano, did you really think I wouldn't fight back?

On the day I went to try on my wedding dress, Enzo had said he would come with me—but he never showed up. The train of the gown was too long. I stood alone in front of the mirror, bending over again and again to fix it more than a dozen times. The third time I stepped on the hem, my phone finally buzzed. 'Natalie just came back and isn't used to the weather here. I'll go pick her up. You try on the dress first.' The next second, a new post popped up on social media. Natalie had uploaded a photo. In it, Enzo was crouched in front of her, one hand wrapped around her slender ankle as he carefully fastened the strap of her high heels. The caption was only one line. 'He still couldn't bear to let me bend down.' When I tapped into the post, I saw that Enzo had already liked it. The bridal assistant sensed the shift in the air and tried to comfort me in a low voice. "Ms. Blackwood, Mr. Beck really cares about you. He was worried you might secretly diet and hurt your health, so he specifically told us not to alter the waistline any further." I smiled. He cared about me, yes. But his care had never stopped him from favoring someone else. I lowered my head and looked at the wedding dress on my body. Then it suddenly struck me. The thing that did not fit had never been the dress. It was this wedding.

Gabi Ariola worked in an old cinema that seen bygone years. The queerest thing about this cinema was a display of a wedding gown. It was encased in glass for all to see. The town people and visitors alike often wondered the story behind the wedding gown. The owner of the cinema, Julian Mariano is a queer old man who has an eccentricity that few people understand except for his only beloved nephew Rafa Mariano. The odd owner constantly visited the cinema to watch reruns of “An affair to Remember” every third of July. Gabi soon learns the truth about the wedding gown when she accidentally snoops around and fitted the dress. She realized that it will bring her to the past when the bride disappears. In 1891, she was rescued by Rafael Marquez. She realized that her only ticket back to the present was to find the owner of the Wedding Gown. She also learns that love was timeless and she was bound to choose between the past or the present.

I am a maid in the Alarcón mansion. To the Patron and my mother, I am just a servant, but they don’t know my real plan. Every night at the Mascara Club, I put on a silver mask and work for the money that will buy my freedom and my law degree. Now, Mateo has returned from the US and Diego from the UK. Mateo spends his nights at the club, tracking the woman behind the mask, while Diego looks at me in my uniform and sees the girl he can’t forget. I am playing a role in both their lives while my mother carries a secret about the Patron that could burn this entire house down. I just need to get my money and get out before their games become my end.

Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress I, Eva Hart, was given seven minutes to become someone else's bride. My sister ran. My family panicked. So they zipped me into her wedding dress and pushed me down the aisle instead. I thought I was just saving my family's name. Instead, I married a stranger who looked at me like I'd already betrayed him once before. He says I promised to marry him five years ago. He says I disappeared without a word. I don't remember any of it — not his face, not his name, not the ring that somehow still fits my finger. By the time I found the photograph, it was already too late to walk away. **READ NOW**

After winning a lawsuit against billionaire CEO Alejandro Vega's pharmaceutical company, Camila Reyes expects compensation for the medication mistake that nearly cost her mother her life. Instead, Alejandro offers her something outrageous: a fake marriage for sixty days in exchange for paying every cent of her mother's treatment and tripling her settlement. Desperate to save her mother, Camila agrees, even though she hates the arrogant billionaire responsible for turning her life upside down. Living under the same roof was supposed to be simple: play the perfect couple, survive the estate review, and walk away. But as secrets surface, old wounds reopen, and a dangerous conspiracy inside Vega Pharmaceuticals begins to unravel, the line between fake and real becomes impossible to ignore. When the sixty days are over, will Camila walk away from the man she swore she'd never love, or will the truth destroy them before they get the chance?