Bride And Prejudice Watch Novels & Stories

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,

Did she find out that Cade was here? . “He was here, wasn’t he?”, She asked, raising her brow but I just averted my gaze instead of lying. “I see..”, She paused. “...Lenora, his first bride, is also here. So, be mentally prepared before going downstairs.”, Hearing her, my heart clenched and my eyes burned as my blood boiled into my veins. I gritted my teeth as my mind was screaming to kill someone. Kill that leech. .

Jenna was still the same person that she was back then, using the public to attack people that she didn't like. Frankly, Bridget just felt like all of this was boring. "I am so excited to be working with you, Bridget. I have watched all of your shows ever since you started acting. Your first drama, Heiress, is my favorite film, and I have watched it a hundred times already, one of the minor cast spoke up, a smile on her face. Her words broke the awkward tension, and everyone started to compliment Bridget.

I hadn't expected the sheer weight of so many eyes landing on me at once, a physical pressure against my skin the moment I crossed the threshold. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through tall grass. "She's gorgeous." "There's no doubt he'll pick her." "Even if he doesn't, she'll be my daughter-in-law one day, mark my words." Somewhere to my left, a woman hissed something less kind under her breath, and another laughed sharply in response. I kept my chin high and my expression carefully unreadable, the same mask I'd worn through years of missions far more dangerous than a room full of hopeful brides — even as my pulse hammered beneath my ribs harder than it had during the entire br

She slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cold against her skin, and sat in stony silence. Brooklyn watched the front door of the mansion, her eyes narrowed with cold resolve. She wasn't staying out of weakness; she refused to leave the James family residence until she had obtained her marriage certificate from her husband’s grandfather. After a long, agonizing stretch of silence, the front door finally clicked open. Preston emerged from the mansion. He walked toward his wife’s car, his head low against the steady rain, his pace hesitant as he approached the driver’s side window. Brooklyn sat in stony silence, watching him through the glass, her expression unreadable.

Mr Jeffrey went to the door and locked it. "She's gone to her room, so you can get up now." He said and Mrs Helen sat up. "I must say, I'm really proud to have a good actress as a wife." He said again in a wide smile as he sat on the couch. Flashback* "How long is she going to remain unconscious Don?" Mr Jeffrey said as he continued staring at his unconscious daughter on the bed. "In an hour." Don replied making Mr Jeffrey sigh. "I just don't know how to make her accept this marriage without hurting her more than I have already done."

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

"A show? You call our marriage a show. Breaking my heart and our marriage meant nothing to you?" His voice remained calm, uncaring. "Camille stop being irrational, you were never enough for me. I've moved on. You should too." Tears streamed down her face, her shoulders heaving with sobs. "You've moved on to my sister, Cassie! My twin sister! How could you do that to me Frederick?" "Camille it's time to move forward. I have. And Cassie.... well she's everything you're not. Beautiful, charming and willing to do whatever it takes to keep me happy. She was the one I've always loved and nothing can change that."

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

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.