Bride And Prejudice Stream Novels & Stories

She was so annoying, but I took a deep breath because I knew that even the simplest person at this wedding may have more power than me, given that the woman was the one supervising everything. She came to stop at a door and knocked twice before she waited. “What are we doing here?” I asked her. "Shhhh,” she said, looking at me with slight disgust, and I just kept quiet while imagining a thousand ways I would have shushed her back if I had the power too. After some time, the door to the suite swung open, and I was graced with the sight of the bride, Angela Dalton. She was in a long bathrobe instead of her wedding gown.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

(Sienna) My phone had forty-seven notifications. Then fifty-two. Then sixty, in the time it took me to process that number. The first thing I saw was a headline. SWIFT SCANDAL: Billionaire dumps bride at altar for her SISTER — and we have the receipts. Below it, grainy but unmistakable: a hotel corridor. A man pressing a woman against a wall. His hand in her hair. Her hands at his shirt. Me. Six weeks ago. Heathrow.

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "

Alexa's POV A tear slips down my eyes as I stare at the reflection of a woman I know and do not know. Some months ago, I was Alexa—super clumsy, poor, and single. Today, I have turned into a sophisticated, rich bride to Xavier Gold, the most eligible bachelor in New York. I refused to wear a white dress on principle. White dresses have their own significance, especially on a day like this. Brides wear white dresses to signify their purity, love, and faithfulness, among others, to their partners.

So I moved backwards, and stared at him in anger. Rich people do have a lot of attitude just because they have a lot of money they think that they can do anything. I watched that arrogant man leave, he told me that he would never marry a woman like me or even if I was the last person left on earth he would not marry me. "I don't care if I want to marry a person like him, As if I wanna marry him." I would never marry a person like him, I hate him. I then rushed towards the little girl who was wounded.

Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'. I opened the letter with trembling hands. Sure enough, no matter how graceful Sarah's handwriting tried to be, it couldn't mask my mother's wrath boiling beneath the lines. Switching grooms without notice—Strike One. Running off and getting married on my own—Strike Two. Then vanishing without a word to the family—Strike Three. The kind you don't come back from. By the time I reached the end, where Blake was frowning hard at the page, a strange sense of calm settled over me.

“And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” The silence was loud as she hesitated, mouth moving but no sound coming out, she gripped her dress, seeming to summon courage and then she squeaked out "I do", her voice barely audible. “By the power vested in me, by the celestial deities, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” I watched as Raven stiffened, eyes slamming shut, hands tightening on her dress and body trembling as she waited for a kiss. My chest stung, I had to fist my hand to keep fr

Katherine was at lost for words but decided to open up to her "I overheard his discussion with his assistant. His grandparents refused to hand over their family's business to him unless he is married, so he wants to rent a bride for a year which is the duration his grandparents gave him that his marriage will last before he becomes the owner of the Baldwin Empire. As a punishment to me for eavesdropping on his discussion, he decided to make Felicity his rented bride" she shuddered as she mentioned Felicity as a rented bride.

Why a woman is the one who gets the certificate of purity and slut shamed if she is not innocent. Royalty is so cruel, so very partial. Opening the wine's muselet with only his thumb so effortlessly without any hesitation, it made a loud pop up sound in the soundless room of two. The scene felt like master was serving his own drink but when turned around and started walking towards the opposite of the bridal chamber where his bride was standing... he seemed to have other intentions in his mind. "I won't be needing this with you I feel, neither condoms or shit, now that you're my bride with both the title and law, it won't matter!"