Novel & Cerita Beloved Bride

The words sliced through me. I felt stupid for the tiny part of my heart that had hoped there was no one else. For believing, even briefly, that this contract was simple. “That’s not true,” Adrian said flatly. Sophia smiled bitterly. “Tell her the truth, Adrian. Tell her how long we’ve been together. Tell her why you’re really doing this.” My chest tightened as I looked at him. He met my gaze, his expression unreadable. “This marriage is business. Nothing more.”

Hadn’t seen her or even heard her voice and somehow she still occupied every corner of my mind. The church doors opened. The bride had arrived. Camille Beaumont entered on her father’s arm. The room collectively sighed in admiration. She looked beautiful in her elegant white dress with perfect hair and a perfect smile. The perfect bride. And I felt absolutely nothing. Camille reached the altar and smiled at me. I nodded politely. She deserved better than this. Better than a husband whose heart was somewhere else. But Brotherhood marriages were rarely about love. Everyone here knew that. The ceremony continued. The priest spoke about commitment. Family. Honor. Duty.

The fabric was soft, delicate hand-stitched in Paris, my mother had said, as if luxury could somehow guarantee happiness. The woman staring back at me looked unreal. Wide eyes. Soft makeup. A pearl comb pinned into loose waves. A bride. Avelyn Blackridge. The name still felt strange in my head, but not unpleasant. I had practiced it quietly for weeks, whispering it when I was alone. I wanted to grow into it. I wanted the life it promised. “Mrs. Blackridge,” my best friend Naomi said softly behind me, smiling as she adjusted my veil. “You did it. You married the most powerful man in the city.”

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

Everyone stood attentive the moment the soft trumpet sounded, announcing the arrival of the King and Queen, followed by the Heirs with their wives, and then Catherine, whose years had only added splendor and sedition, and when they were all stationed they could, Prince Damian entered, cradled in the arm of his heart-stealing charm, inheriting her father's bewitching beauty and the innocence of her mother who could not Eliminate her even after two hundred years of torment and possession, they entered with full prestige waiting to reach the altar where Ryan, Mark and Larissa were waiting for the arrival of the bride. Larissa's eyes shed tears, watching her son standing next to her with the mo

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

Luciano added. The word landed hard in the room. Nobody spoke for a while. Lovie frowned. “Does that mean you’ll spend more time with her than me?” Luciano turned to Lovie, his expression didn’t crack, but something behind his eyes shifted. “No baby.” He said quietly. “Nobody is spending more time than anybody.” “But she’s going to be your wife.” Lovie pressed, her lip already beginning to tremble. “Then you will like her more than me.”

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "