Bridal Unscramble Novels & Stories

The cold metal bit into my fingers. ​"Section 4, Paragraph 2," the lawyer read aloud, his tone as mechanical as a ticking clock. "The bride, Seraphina, agrees to waive all rights to the Vance estate, including real estate assets, trusts, and capital gains accrued prior to and during the duration of the union. Section 9, Paragraph 1: The union shall remain strictly confidential, non disclosable to public media without prior approval from the chairman, and may be dissolved at the sole discretion of Lucian Vance after a minimum duration of thirty six months."

She marched down the aisle with the stiff, practised precision of an executioner. Behind her came the bridal party. The bridesmaids wore matching gowns the colour of dried blood, their faces masks of perfect, drilled submission. The groomsmen walked with their shoulders squared, their hands hovering fractions of an inch from the hilts of their silver knives. Then came Alpha Lincoln Atlas.

The morning of the wedding broke with a soft golden glow bathing the pack lands. The air buzzed with excitement, as though even the trees were whispering about what the day would bring. Flowers bloomed brighter. The birds chirped louder. Everything felt more alive. Inside the bridal chambers, Reva stood silently before the full-length mirror, the soft swish of silk brushing her ankles. Her gown was unlike anything ever seen—moon-white, embroidered with ancient runes that shimmered faintly in the light, whispering secrets only witches knew. It hugged her delicate frame in elegance, her long dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, adorned with silver vines and soft gardenias.

More meaningful and heartfelt. Death cannot break their vows, and beings that have sworn their loyalty will always find each other, even in the afterlife. Bree patted the front of her dress before signaling Bran to start the walk down the aisle. Her wedding gown was an ivory-colored ballgown with a sweetheart neckline overlaid with lace that formed the cap sleeves and frothy tulle for the skirt. “I do not have any grand speech prepared, but as I hand my sister’s heart and soul over to your care, I expect she will be cared for and never left wanting in this life,” Brandon said with a serious face that was meant to intimidate his brother-in-law.

Sreya was getting impatient, "Can you read the damn thing?" Her friend laughed, "Woah, hold on tiger" Ariah sat up and rubbed at her eyes, "I think you meant to say 'sleeping beauty' not rapunzel" But Luna whose impatience topped Sreya's by a hundred and ten percent was already on her phone, she frowned at the screen, "The heading's quite catchy, 'KIRKGARDE WEDDING CANCELED? BRIDE-TO-BE, CRYSTAL JUSTICE, IN TEARS'. Wow".

As I stepped into the bridal suite, the air was thick with excitement and the sweet scent of anticipation. The room itself seemed to come alive with the vibrant energy of my bridesmaids – Aria, Scarlett, and Penny – who were already there, bustling about. Aria was busy organizing the array of makeup and hair products scattered across the vanity. Scarlett, ever the perfectionist, was meticulously arranging my bouquets of flowers, insuring that every petal was fresh. And Penny, with her infectious laughter, was struggling to zip up her dress.

If I were at the wedding, I would be there as the 'sister', not a stranger with luggage in tow. He must have been mistaken. The venue lights dimmed, and Ashton and Lydia stood center stage, exchanging rings and gazing into each other's eyes with syrupy sweetness. The crowd erupted, egging them on to kiss. Out of nowhere, a banner unfurled from the ceiling. Noelle stood beneath it, megaphone in hand, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. [Here's to Lydia the homewrecker and Ashton the heartbreaker! May your love last forever, and may you never have kids!]

The same hand that had signed my permission slips and written 'I love you' in the margins of my childhood notebooks. "THE SACRAMENT OF UNIFICATION." My eyes scanned the archaic language, tripping over terms like primogeniture and dowry. And then, I saw the word that turned my blood to slush. "Matrimonium." "Marriage?" I whispered, the word feeling like a jagged stone in my mouth. "This... this says that in exchange for the Moretti protection and a ten-million-dollar 'gift,' the firstborn female of the Vance line is betrothed to the heir of the Moretti estate."

His face showed that he wasn't happy with his grandfather's request. "And you said yes?" I asked. "I couldn't say no to him, you know that. He'll just keep pestering me." I slightly smiled, knowing he saw it. "Maggie, just to remind you, we have our agreement, okay? We may be married, but you know why I agreed to marry you. We'll file for annulment once the company is transferred to my name." With what he said, my smile slowly faded away.

Elsie then took the tray away and returned with a gourd tied with a string. The MC announced that it was time for the Wedlock Wine. With the help of Helenor, Elsie undid the string, and the gourd split into two pieces. They poured the wine into each side and handed it to the bride and groom. The bride took her piece of the gourd and lifted her veil above her nose, then sipped the wine, then returned it to Elsie, where the Second Prince sipped his side and handed it back to Helenor, where the servants exchanged them, and the bride and groom continued. When the gourd was returned to the servants, they wrapped the two halves together with the string. The Wedlock Wine had been drunk, and the kno