Bridal Wave Film Novels & Stories

After showing them the visuals and pictures of what the wedding would look like, the meeting would be over and SilverThorn would have secured a royal client. The blue screen blinked, and the first video opened automatically. It should have been the clip of a gentle piano, but instead, a loud female moan filled the room. The world under my feet swayed as the first image blinked to life. A man kneeling between a woman's legs Her head was tipped back and thighs thrown on his shoulders as he....sucked on her core.

she uttered. "Imagine walking down the aisle with the ocean as your backdrop," Marianne mused, scrolling through the tablet. Ethel's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "It really is. I can't wait to feel the sand beneath my feet and exchange vows with Marcus as the waves serenade us." As the planning progressed, Marianne and Ethel ventured to the chosen beach to scout the location. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as they walked along the water's edge. Ethel couldn't help but twirl around with joy.

Nancy heard some surprised exclamations from the crowd and looked to where they were looking. On the big screen at the wedding venue, the wedding photos were no longer being shown. Instead, a video was being broadcast. In the video was a man and a woman. The woman was tightly hugging the man's waist from behind. The camera was faced forward, but due to the angle, only the man's lower body was captured. No one could see his face. The woman behind him was wearing a wedding dress. On top of the familiar voice, everyone wondered if she was the bride. d

The age gap freakin disturbs me So much, more than it should even though I can choose to treat her as an adopted daughter, there's still a stupid document that says we are married. “So no honeymoon? Awww,” Gavin whined. So stupid. The wedding reception was loud, too loud and filled with annoyingly happy people who thought nothing wrong about this absurd match. The only person here not happy aside from me and the bride would probably be her stepsister and stepmother. “Can you not! Today is my wedding for God Sake! The bride yelled at her sister who just spilled wine on her dress. I rubbed my temple frustratedly. Who let these fucking bastards in here? Just as the bride stormed away with tears

When I pushed open the door, I saw that Tom had decorated it with wildflowers. "Sarah, I'm sorry. My family's complicated background has caused you to suffer. I know you agreed to marry me out of spite that day. If you're unwilling, I can explain to the village officials. Our marriage certificate doesn't have to be valid!" I went straight up and hugged his lean waist. "Silly, I married you, and that won't change. For better or worse, right?" Tom had always had a crush on me. This first intimate contact with me nearly took his breath away.

I clarified. "I see, what about my payment?" She asked while looking upset. I didn't mean to be mean but how can she expect me to spend that much on a fake wedding. "I will send you some money to plan the wedding and get yourself a dress for the wedding and on the wedding day, I will send half of your money and the balance will be later." I said as I gave her a sticky note and a pen. "Write down your account details." I grabbed my phone and token to make the transfer. "There you go." She pushed the paper across the my desk and I transferred 2 million to her.

Since he was bringing it up himself, it not only saved me the trouble but also made me feel relieved. Nodding, I said calmly, "Fine. I'll call the photographer to cancel the photoshoot." Dante was startled. He hadn't expected me to agree to it so readily. Then, doing his best to hide his uneasiness, he continued, "You don't need to cancel it. Isobel says she might never have a chance to get married, so she wants to do a wedding photoshoot with me. That way, she can pretend like she got married as well and won't have any regrets.

"I'm not letting this courtship crash and burn a second time!" I tipped my head back and stared at the roof of the car, clearing my throat awkwardly as a blush scorched my cheeks.

“Let them know. For once, the truth is on our side.” Back at the penthouse, we turned on the TV. Every channel was covering it. “From Wrong Bride to True Love: The Voss-Harrington Fairytale” Clips played — our dance at the charity ball, the way Alexander defended me in the boardroom, even blurry photos of us leaving the art gallery together. Commentators called it “the most romantic business merger in history.” I sat on the couch, stunned. “They’re painting us like some kind of love story.”

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