Bride Ali Hazelwood Novels & Stories

He reminded the crowd, causing them to shuffle away. "We'll see you there." Victoria bid her and left with Ella and the make-up team. The photographer took one last photo of the bride and the children before they hopped in the car and left to go to the church. Kelsey was sitting on the passenger seat with Enrique driving the car, while her mother sat the back in anxiousness. Kelsey glanced back at her and smirked. "Mom?... Don't tell me you're still nervous after getting married twice now?" She teased her. Hilda laughed at her daughter and smiled.

Her praise made the servers's eyes glistened in proud. Finally now it seemed like an end. It was the day when the royal Miss was ditching her previous life and going to marry of someone. The long veil of the bride which was pinned up in her hair soon curtained her face by Alvaro. Holding the hem of the material he covered Genelia's face from the people's view as the final greeting was done. It was now the time of Bride entering the aisle. Her hands already gripped the scented bouquet of roses as she then started her walk ahead while Alvaro helping her with the door.

"Cassandra Alicia Hastings, do you vow to take Sebastain Williams Spencer your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love, honor, obey and Cherise, in love, health and in sickness, through sorrow and pains for all the days of your life?" When it was my turn to say the vows, silence consumed me. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I can't do this

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

As Elena stepped out of the hospital, her hand trembled while clutching the test results, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes—unsure if they were from joy or worry. “Miss Elena, you’re pregnant.” The doctor’s words echoed in her ears. Three months ago, she had married Damien, the most powerful and desirable man in Sea City. On their wedding day, women across the city were green with envy, and even she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

I wish I could explain everything that has been happening, but there are too many ears to listen in. We come to an abrupt stop when Hazel is standing in the main foyer of the palace waiting for everyone. She’s dressed in a long gown as if she is a queen. There is a fake sweet smile on her lips, and I get a bad feeling when she opens her mouth and speaks. “I apologize for my being late. I wasn’t aware we were having guests today. I am Hazel Summers. Alpha Mars’ chosen mate and soon to be mother of his Heir.” She rubs her stomach, and I am instantly sick to mine as the color rushes from my face.

“A girl who came from nothing, with no proper bloodline, no respect for tradition. It’s an insult to all we’ve built.” Alyssa stopped pacing, her jaw clenched. “Mother, believe me, I’ve told him everything—how weak she is, how she doesn’t belong here. But he insists that she has some divine right just because of that moon mark. It’s absurd.” At that moment, Alpha kael entered, his commanding presence filling the room. He cast a stern glance at his wife and daughter, clearly aware of the topic at hand. He folded his arms, his gaze cool and steady.

I whispered and he chuckled darkly. “Who are you again?” “Hanie Carter. Wife to Ethan Carter. CEO of the Carter enterprise. My husband is so loving to let me take over his company.” I muttered dotingly as we walked out of the room and he nodded in satisfaction. “Don't slip up. Emotions would only break you down and make it easy for you to be trampled on.” He reminded me and I flashed him a smile. “Stephanie Stone died in the elevator that day. Along with all her emotions. Hanie is manipulative. Dangerous. Seductive. We're not the same.” I said, getting into the car and he leaned down, a cunning look on his face.

And Cara Bennett, twenty-four years old, waitress, daughter, woman who had signed a contract six weeks ago with three conditions and no feelings, sat across from Eleanor Blackwood and understood with complete clarity that she had just crossed a line she had not entirely seen coming. Not the line of the arrangement ending. The other one. The one that mattered considerably more.

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