A Flair For The Dramatic Bride Novels & Stories

Miriam hovered above them, flipping pages with an intensity that would terrify most professionals in the industry. Her voice dominated the room. Fast. Animated. Impossible to interrupt. “And here—look at this neckline, it’ll highlight your collarbone beautifully, wouldn’t it my dear? And this cut will photograph well in natural light. And these bridesmaids’ dresses—oh, Scarlett, you simply must see the blush shade; it speaks to me—”

“Don’t worry though. Maybe you’ll play a billionaire's wife on stage someday. Dream roles, right?” The comment stung sharper than it should’ve. But Elara didn’t flinch. Instead, she brought out her phone to confirm the news herself. Her fingers tapped the screen rapidly, searching — and there it was. A blurred paparazzi photo of her and Adrian at the estate gates. The headline read: "Mystery Bride? Billionaire Adrian Wolfe Rumored to Be Married in Secret Ceremony." Her heart thudded as she read the short article. No name mentioned. No confirmation. But it was enough to stir the world.

Headlines spread like wildfire, twisted for maximum drama. [Run away bride? Windsor Heiress cancels wedding over the return of fiancée high school sweetheart.] [From Bride to Bystander: Heiress Abandons Wedding Amid First Love Controversy.] [Dumped Before ‘I Do’: Heiress Flees Wedding as Fiancé Reconnects With Childhood Crush.] Hermione had to give it to them. They were good. It wasn’t even a day yet and the gossip sites were buzzing. The public ran with it, branding her petty and dramatic. Some celebrated, thanking for finally stepping aside for ‘true love’ to prevail.

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

Evelyn stared at herself in the mirror. She had been crying for days, and now on her wedding day, her face looked pale and her eyes were swollen. There was no happiness visible on her face. The wedding dress she wore was indeed beautiful, but somehow it felt like a dress for her own funeral.

The bodice was loose and sheer with detailed embroidery, while the bottom flowed out from the waist and looked to be lighter than air. “It’s gorgeous, Cassia!” Alexa wasn’t sure how Cassia had captured the style she loved, but the dress was the most beautiful she’d ever seen. Cassia nodded her thanks. “Let’s get this on you so you can show the ladies waiting outside.” The dress was secured in the back and Alexa took a deep breath to compose herself. She couldn’t believe she was shopping for a dress… for her wedding to Salvatore Bradford. Only a few weeks ago, Salvatore had been an unattainable stranger. He’d been a business associate she’d conversed with for years, but their meetings had bee

The moment Clara reached their table, the atmosphere shifted very obviously. She carried herself with calculated confidence with every step deliberate and every movement designed to attract attention and it did get attention. Several eyes in the lounge followed her immediately. Her dress was tight and revealing far more than elegance required, hugging her figure provocatively. It was the kind of outfit meant to tempt and provoke reactions especially from men. Raymond noticed it instantly and nearly sighed out loud.Married woman behavior, he thought dryly. But Clara didn’t even glance at him because her entire focus was on Elias. She stopped beside him with a bright smile.

he crossed his arms on his chest as he stared at her in an intimidating manner. "Yes you are and I will never forget that but that also doesn't mean I cannot mock you for failing on your own words. Looks like the arrogant and playboy Raymond Baldwin has been tamed and it took only a novice bride to bring him to his knees, hmph" she turned and left the room.

As soon as we got to where my groom was standing, he took over from my dad gripping my hand tightly. We walked together to the altar and stood facing each other while I wriggled my hand from his grip. For a moment, I stole a glance at him and he was quite handsome even though he wasn't smiling or wasn't happy about the wedding as much as I was. It was written all over me. I took my face to the ground when my groom glared at me. "Do you Nicholas Chadwick take Elina Garcia as your lawfully wedded wife?" asked the priest. "Yes I do" Nicholas replied and I watched him clench and unclench his fist.