Bride And Prejudice Reviews Novels & Stories

One could say that his face was a masterpiece carved by God, capable of driving any woman insane. As he gazed at the delicate wine glass in his hand, his movements were graceful and noble, akin to that of an emperor. "No need to be nervous!" Isaac hastily waved his hand, after all, he was Oliver's brother-in-law. Oliver lit a cigar and caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of his eye. The bride was facing the priest, her figure slim and alluring, radiating an indescribable beauty while wearing the floral wedding gown designed by Master Milan. Her tall and well-proportioned physique, slender and fair arms exposed in the air, and her perfectly elongated neck all left a lasting impre

"You're just going to sit there and watch your sons treat your new wife like this? No matter what, she's still your wife." Vince didn't respond. He sat there, smoking, face dark, watching silently as his sons shoved his new bride to the ground and screamed at her. "She's no family," one of the boys spat. "She wrecked our home. We're letting her live in the house instead of the barn—she should be grateful!" "What kind of parents raised someone like you?" another chimed in. "Rotten family, from the top to bottom!" Maybe that last insult struck a nerve. Before anyone could react, Leila sprang up and tackled the boy who'd spoken, raining punches down on him. She looked skeletal, but in that mome

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

“The king decreed I must witness that the vows are consummated.” “I thought perhaps just the bloody sheet...” she said softly. Padraig’s eyes narrowed. She could not provide a bloody sheet and they both knew it. “One of my brothers is to marry a widow, she can not provide a bloody sheet. It would not be fair if the emissary had to watch them and not us.”

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.