Bride And Prejudice Watch Novels & Stories

"Show me everything you have about her and I'll study it until I can become her." For the next day and a half I watched videos of Isabella that Miranda had found in old surveillance footage and I studied the way she moved and the way she smiled and the way she tilted her head when Marco spoke to her. She had this way of looking up at him through her eyelashes that made her seem vulnerable and trusting and I practiced that expression in the mirror until I could do it without thinking.

She forced out a few tears and looked pleadingly at Jonathan. She asked pitifully, "Mr. Arthur, if you don't care about your son, can't I do it? You're forcing him to marry some orphaned, penniless woman just to win over one professor. Are you treating Mr. Jonathan as a bargaining chip for a marriage alliance?"

"Blake, you promised my parents you'd take care of me. And now you're just going to stand there and watch your wife bully me? If you hadn't gotten here in time, I'd be dead by now." Leila's eyes were bloodshot, her face full of wounded innocence as she looked up at Blake. The crowd around us turned their disapproving gazes on me. "You're right," Blake said, glancing at her and giving a slight nod. Watching him, I cursed myself for ever marrying this man. I was about to go down swinging, drag him into the depths with me, when he suddenly stepped forward and gripped my hand tightly—so tightly I couldn't break free.

I should have smiled and nodded and counted my blessings. Instead I heard myself ask, "Who was she? The real bride?" Something shifted behind his eyes. Just slightly. Just for a second. "That is not your concern." "I wore her dress," I said. "I spoke her vows. I think it's a little bit my concern." His jaw tightened. "Her name is Vivienne Cole. She was... a prior arrangement." He said the last two words like they tasted stale. "She chose not to appear." I nodded slowly. Something told me that wasn't the whole truth but I also didn't have the energy to pull at that thread tonight.

she says and the priest calls from afar. “can we proceed the bride is here” and the news is all over the internet and T.V that the bride is back and Brianna saw the news pops up on her cellphone as she was scrolling through her phone and her mood change and she quickly open websit and turn on the T.V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself.

Because Chloe witnessed April tapped David’s hand away from her arm. “Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t expect more than a couple of photos.” April came across as emotionless and flat. David didn’t know how to manage her. He couldn’t punish her for her insolence. There’re too many people around them. Damien and Neil watched like hawks. He felt glad Neil’s father didn’t carry a weapon. “I believe this is curse. The bride seeing the groom before the ceremony is not acceptable.” Beatrice threw herself into her seat to punctuate the meaning of her words. The candle flames on the table flickered within the large decorative mirrored lantern.

he answered, still not looking up. Silence followed as she didn’t speak up. Xavier looked up at her, only to find her whole focus on the stage where the marriage was going on. The bride on the stage was asked by the priest if she would take the groom as her lawful husband. “I won’t. This trash can doesn’t even deserve to stand here,” the bride said, making the whole crowd go silent. The girl pulled up her veil, smashing it on the ground. “What… what are you doing, Asha?” the groom looked horrified by her words as he tried to handle the situation while gripping the girl’s hand.

Match Made in Heaven. Bridgette prepared herself to meet this man. She stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the collar of her dress nervously. Today was a monumental day—she was finally meeting the man her parents had chosen for her to marry. The thought sent a flurry of emotions racing through her: excitement, anticipation, and a hint of dread. She had always imagined a grand romance, yet here she was, stepping into an arrangement so traditional it felt like stepping back in time. As she entered the living room where they were to meet, her heart raced. Her parents were already seated. The atmosphere was cozy; her father played soft jazz music in the background. Lanterns cast a warm glow,

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .

Forks clattered against plates as hands went limp. They knew not the people in the video, but felt like they were being taken for granted. The humiliation of being subjected to such filth at a wedding, a sacred ceremony, was a sight they would not forget. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like wildfire until another video began to play. It was the expected bride. Rose's face filled the screen, calm and composed, her eyes blazing with quiet triumph. The room fell into a dead silence. "Cruz, how does it feel to be caught in your own web?"