Bridal Stories Novels & Stories

My mouth gaped open, eyes fastened on them in utter disbelief, and hands clutched firmly to the edge of the long mahogany dining table. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. Mother was marrying me off to a Jordan? This has to be the biggest nightmare of my life. The Jordans are the largest brand of jewellery makers in Canada. They take pride in their collections because they produce the best diamond collection for jewelry lovers. Though the best jewellery brand, they are also known for their ruthless way of dealing with anyone who stands in the way to more fortune. The name - Jordan - was a formidable name on the lips of Canadian citizens.

"I have seen that you two have decided on a date and we have let the public know—" "No, we didn't decide on a date. I had no idea the date had been decided. And despite living in this house with those that decide the date, outsiders heard it first, while the bride is kept in the dark." I said and scoffed. "Now, the bride is treated like a stranger." "Not like that's not what you are anyways," Brenda said and scoffed. "Brenda," Zach called her as if telling her to caution herself. Then, he faced Xavier. "Is that true?"

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.

“Uncle.” Richard’s expression didn’t flicker. “How about I tell you a story?” He said smoothly. “A princess and a very strong dragon.” “Really!!” Her eyes lit up instantly. “That will be later though.” Richard said, holding up one finger. “I have a few things to take care of first. But tomorrow you have my full attention. Do we have an agreement?” “Hmm. Okay.” She pointed at him. “But you promised.” “I promised.” He held out his pinky.

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 commotion in the hall rising by the minute. Well the tabloids have a very juicy story for tomorrow. The knight’s wedding have been trending for days now, they were about to trend some more

Violet met his gaze and, for a moment, wanted to tell him the truth. 'Yes, I don't want to marry you. 'It was you who betrayed me first. You trampled our love into the dirt. You are the one who made me lose all hope in this marriage. 'So what right do you have to ask me now?' But she had no intention of revealing everything just yet. At the bridal boutique, the moment they stepped inside, the staff pulled back a curtain, revealing the wedding dress that had been prepared in advance. "Miss Hudson, the custom gown Mr. Warhol ordered for you from France has arrived. Please let us know if any adjustments are needed."

This was exactly the kind of wedding I'd always wanted. Leonard and I'd been together for eight years. Every time I brought up marriage casually, he'd brush it off, insisting he needed to focus on his career. "Be reasonable, Mabel. I'm climbing the ladder. This isn't the time to settle down." And yet, there he was, marrying someone else. The officiant quieted the crowd and called the bride and groom forward. As everyone cheered, Leonard and Selene slipped rings onto each other's fingers—the rings that should have been his and mine.

I handled business deals and cooperations with her. She took me on business trips abroad. She gave me all kinds of gifts. This month, the Houde family’s adopted daughter and their heir showed up together. The sight of them, hand in hand in the business world and malls in the capital city, caused quite a stir. The media tried to expose my real face but were unsuccessful. I lived a good life. I did not suffer at all from losing Bridget. Time quickly passed to the day of the wedding. Bridget really loved Vernon and she took their wedding seriously. The wedding was held in the only six-star hotel in the capital city. They even chartered it. And her wedding dresses were haute couture.