Bella Edward Wedding Novels & Stories

She arranged them neatly, brewed herself a cup of ginger tea, and sipped it slowly, as if the warmth might fill the emptiness inside her chest. The phone lit up again. It was a news post: “Welcome Party for Bella Hadris After Two Years in Europe.” The attached photo showed Edric standing beside Bella. He wore a black suit, his familiar polite smile in place. Bella, in a scarlet dress, her golden curls shining under the light, leaned toward him with effortless charm. Anne stared at the image, numb. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen them together. Even before their marriage, she’d heard stories about their relationship, seen their pictures on social media. But this time, something inside her

I nodded back. The music began. Soft, classical, elegant. Bella walked down the aisle in a simple white gown, her small baby bump visible beneath the flowing fabric. She was dressed like a traditional Alpha bride with a small crown and no formal regalia. She smiled shyly and she moved closer to the altar. Gabriel stood at the altar, and when he saw her, his face broke into the widest smile I'd ever seen. My chest ached, not from jealousy though, I was happy for them, honestly. But watching them, seeing the way they looked at each other, reminded me of everything I'd lost.

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

‘And I can't wait to marry you and make you my wife,’ he said in his heart, watching the face he had been madly infatuated with for years. “Nothing. Let's go.” “But..” Brielle made a meek attempt to stop him. But the man was quicker than her and pulled her to him until she stumbled into his arms. “Better. Let's go.” With a nudge, he gently led her out of his office. Brielle had no idea how things had turned out this way. One moment, she was still in his office, and the next, they were in his car, driving to get their marriage certificate.

Edward said in a hateful tone. "Sure! Of course I will get dressed more beautifully. Tomorrow, all the boys of the rich in the city will come to attend this wedding! I also want to choose my Mr. Right during that wedding." Brielle smiled as she turned around. "Mr. Odgen, you'd better also get dressed in a handsome way. Maybe you can meet your Ms. Right!" Edward darkened his face. Is that her real intention to attend the wedding tomorrow? To find her Mr. Right?

I smiled at her thoughtfulness. I knew they felt guilty, but the wedding plans weren't a surprise. I figured Farrell would find a way to get him and Bella married as soon as possible. Bella was pregnant. What better idea than pregnancy to get Grandpa's blessing? Dad turned on the television and we watched the news together. A media outlet was showing the latest headlines. Farrell in his black suit walked hand in hand with Bella who was wearing a red evening dress. They were attending an event at a luxury hotel. The organizers provided a place for the guests so that reporters could take photos of the invitees. They didn't hesitate to stand so close while smiling at the camera. Bella even show

"I truly beg of you." Bella remained silent for a moment. Then, shortly after, she nodded and gave her answer. "Yes, Edward. I'm willing." "Does that mean you're willing to marry me and become my wife?" Bella nodded. "Yes, I'm willing." Edward couldn't hide the happiness he felt. Finally, his dreams were coming true. And now, Edward vowed not to waste the opportunity that God had given him. He would do his best to take care of and make Bella and their future child happy. (END)

She wondered if Maria knew what this wedding truly was—not a union of love, but a business transaction sealed with her body and freedom as collateral. The door opened, and Gia slipped in, her bridesmaid dress a shade of burgundy that matched the Ricci family colors. Her face was a mask of practiced cheer, but her eyes betrayed her concern. "They're almost ready for you," Gia said, approaching carefully. When Maria stepped away to retrieve the bouquet, Gia whispered, "Are you sure about this, Bella? My car is still parked behind the chapel. We could—" "Don't," Isabella cut her off sharply, then softened her tone. "Please don't. You know what would happen." She turned from the mirror, squaring

Very familiar. Hearing the sound of footsteps, I quickly turned around and saw Brian's eyes filled with love. He came forward, grabbed my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed the back of my hand. “Bella, let's have a wedding. I personally designed and borrowed Richard's factory for several months to make this wedding dress for you. So please agree.” How could I shake my head even though I had told him before that I only needed a marriage certificate? I really don't want to have only the groom's relatives at my wedding when I'm not an orphan.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t