Beloved Bride Novels & Stories

"Good morning Deacon Phillips, God has blessed this day indeed, the sunny weather is very pleasing" I turn around to find Eliza no longer near me, I search for her and find her conversing with the other women, I love her smile as she chats excitedly, no doubt becoming filled in on the latest gossip. Her smile is like a beautiful beacon of light in a dark room. Her face glows with love, adoration, and happiness. I am truly blessed, God has given me the perfect woman as a wife. I walk over to her ladies group "Darling, I believe the service is about to begin, if we may take our seats?"

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

I grinned as I patted her back. “I love you very much!” She cried. “I love you till infinity, Amore. I really do, and I bless the day that I met you.” “I bless the day that I agreed to marry you too,” she cried. Damn. I will do anything… and everything to keep this woman happy and by my side. This is the life I wished for, the life I wanted, and here… is the life I got. That life I had dared not to dream about. And that life entered like a thief in the night.

I’ll replace every memory you left with him, just like this dress. Every word felt like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart. I zoomed in on the photo and stared at Vincent for a long time. He stood behind her, dressed in a tailored suit, a faint smile on his lips. Before I realized it, my eyes had turned red. It seemed I loved him so much that I was crying happy tears for him. I didn’t go home that entire night. After staying on the Brooklyn Bridge for most of the night, I took the earliest subway to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Vincent and Elena would be getting married in four days.

It was her deliberate care and protection that made me believe, for a fleeting moment, that I had found that long-lost maternal love again. But now, standing beside Victor was Anna, smiling sweetly, while behind them stood Victor's mother, Olivia Parker, gazing at the couple with indulgent affection. They looked like a warm, happy family. Only I stood apart, like an excluded stranger, completely unaware that I had already become an outsider. So all that tenderness from before had been fake. The bells rang, and the wedding began. Under everyone's gaze, Victor held Anna's hand and walked to the center of the stage.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

The ritual was laid out, and the omen came back overwhelmingly favorable. Vincent nodded in satisfaction. Then he turned slowly, his voice booming through the hall like the toll of a cathedral bell: “Our Lord has confirmed it through the divine reading. From this day forward, this woman shall be recognized as the Bride of Our Lord. She shall receive the highest honors and offerings from every descendant of Stockholm!” “Kneel before Our Lady!” At his command, hundreds of people dropped to the floor before me in reverent submission. Only my stepmother stepped forward instead.

Since I was about to say my wedding vows earlier, I still had the microphone raised to my lips. Hence, everyone could hear my voice clearly. Jessica's furious expression froze on her face, but she soon snapped out of her trance. She merely gazed at me in disdain. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Oliver! Benedict and I made a promise to reunite with each other in our next lifetime, not this one! "Anyway, you don't have to worry about a single thing! Now that I've already registered my marriage with you, you're the only husband I need.

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

The bells and the choir song is deafening to her ears; the whole time only pictures the image of this handsome figure of the man in a tailored black suit in bowtie. Extending his hands, she gladly reached out and accepted it. The beautiful eyes that have captured her the first day they’ve met, the same eyes that only screams full of his love, devoting an entirety of confession that she is the only woman whom it will admire. “My beautiful bride, finally I can hold you.” Denzell, who looks regal and dignified, smiled brightly as he met his bride. The ceremony begins and the two who are in their own worlds just holding each other’s hand. The spirits who were awakened at the union of the dragon