A Flair For The Dramatic Bride Novels & Stories

She turned her attention to her—the woman in the strapless dress standing at the altar, the one wearing her ring, the one stealing the future she had once been promised. The bride’s lips curled into a smug, satisfied smile. As if Darla was nothing. As if nothing she said or did could shake her perfect little world and that only made Darla angrier. She turned toward the guests, making sure het voice was clear enough for them to hear. “Did you think you could knock me up and then marry another bitch?” “Lord have mercy” a woman yelled from the middle. Her words circulated like wildfire among the guests. The hall exploded into frenzy.

BLAINE Camila hired a team to make the bride-to-be looked stunning. It led by Antoine who was humming in the enormous bridal suite to Bianca’s favorite song. The entire room smelled roses—her favorite flower plus there were roses everywhere in different colors and sizes— I could see Cam pampered her so much. She raised the Champagne flute in her reflection through the mirror with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen from her, then gushed, “I’m getting married, sissy!”

"Carlo, I just knew you'd treat me better than anyone!" With that, everyone's gaze toward me grew even more disdainful. "For the wedding, Carlo even had the airline arrange two exclusive direct flights for us. But in the end, the bride won't be on board." "What's the big deal? Giada is only marrying him to secure a family alliance. Forget the other flights—she'd walk there if she had to." The air around me was thick with mockery. Meanwhile, Carlo's gaze remained entirely on Adriana. He didn't hear a word I said. In the end, I was nothing more than someone watching from the sidelines.

I thought the coronation would only be exclusive for the royal family and the people serving the royal court, but I was shocked when the hall was filled with expecting crowd—Solterra's people. How was this event fixed in just a very short span of time? But when I looked around, I soon realized why everything was set very quickly. The flowers and vines around that serves as decorations, including the flowers at the sides of the grand stairs must be the three princes' doings, the fountain in the middle of the hall must be done by Demitri, and the other small details must be done by the servants. It is a rush work but still look magnificent.

And to think she was only seventeen, I am definitely in for some drama" Aiden hissed in his head. What a hassle!!!! The only option he had right now was to lay out his cards" I am aware of the fiasco going on between you and your stepmother, even though drama repulses me I think we could arrive at an agreement about the issues and how to outplay her hand. Marry me, with no bedroom activities included of course and I can give you the stability you require in order to become the sole heiress.

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

"Since it's to build your confidence then I'll definitely say 'I do.' "That's bette—" "Your five seconds have ended." Andrew's arm circled Zheme's neck as he hauled him backwards. "Come on." •|• •••END OF FLASHBACK••• •|• And that was how he initially got here, upon the podium, blessed enough to watch as his bride approached him step by step. Her white heels took her up the first of three steps, then the fourth and lastly, the fifth. Her hand was placed in his, a smile on Daniel's lips as he wished them luck before diving into the crowd.

The wedding gown she wore brought up her breasts, and her cleavage had a clear view but one wouldn’t see the figure eight shaped body she had because of her flowing wedding gown. One step at a time, they took as they walked down the aisle; the flower girls didn’t stop for once as they kept filling their path with wonderful flowers which had magnificent fragrance. Another was at the rear holding Diana’s flowing white wedding gown from touching the floor. The clapping didn’t stop either as they walked to the altar; Sandra Flames was fighting the tears that was threatening to fall off her eyes, she was so happy that her daughter was getting married, this was the dream of every mother who had a

Not the blushing bride in white, but a dark omen in heels. Sadie crouched beside me, adjusting the hem of my gown with the concentration of a neurosurgeon and the attitude of a bomb technician. Her blonde curls bounced with every movement, and that unhinged gleam in her eyes only got wilder the longer she looked at me, like she couldn’t believe we were actually doing this, and also like she’d never been more thrilled in her life. “Okay, babe,” she said, straightening up with a dramatic flourish, “We’ve got everything ready. You say the word, and this wedding becomes a courtroom drama with a live studio audience.”

Playing their game. -Go away. -She said. Brahim stared at her, not understanding anything. The back of his hand caressed her warm cheek. "You're crazy," he swore. He didn't wait for an explanation, he certainly didn't care. The bride, dressed in her enormous, pompous and flashy dress, was left alone in the middle of the aisle. She felt a great emptiness inside her. It was the uncertainty of not knowing who she was or why she ended up in the hands of the Tonali brothers.