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With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

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

I want to believe that Thade wouldn’t hurt Rune. But I can’t. The wedding passes in a blur, as though I’m watching it from a distance. My body being puppeteered by the conventions of polite society and noble expectation. Thade doesn’t release my hand, all the way through the ceremony he grips it tightly. Much to the delight of matriarchs sitting in the front rows, and my utter disgust. I keep my face impassive, numb. But that’s how I’ve felt since I last saw him anyway. Numb, as though my life moves forward without me.

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.

I watch him gulp loudly, composing himself before flashing her a smile. "Can I see your bride for a second, sir?" he demands, making me raise a brow in confusion. I'm not being protective. I just wonder what exactly he wants to see her for. The woman beside me nods at him eagerly and before I know it, she is out of my grip again. I fold my arms and stare at her back. James bows in courtesy before following her to a distance. They speak for a while before she starts to smile widely like someone who just won a jackpot.

“No, just some drunk, oblivious girl who thinks everyone wants her. There’re many of that kind of woman in this town. Mine, on the other hand, is completely opposite of that. She’s kind, generous and very intelligent.” “Luck is on your side. My bride resembles a robot. She just goes through the motions and bends over backward to impress me.” And he starts it up again. “This bride of yours sounds to be quite an equal to you. Not to mention, I have an impression that she keeps you on your toes.” “We’re more similar than you can imagine and even though she’s perfect in so many ways, we have our arguments.”

Nora got a sudden thought after hearing the words of the blonde bride and she spoke inwardly, “Raised like a warrior? But I am the only female warrior in this entire world. No one can defeat me in the field. Dev is mine.” The blonde bride left Akshara’s throat and snatched the white satin fabric from her hands of Akshara and went near the large mirror to see whether the fabric colour suits her. Akshara picked the crimson shaded fabric with choking and coughing. She went near the blonde bride who wears the white satin fabric. “White is fine but crimson enhances your natural beauty of blonde hair,” she told and gave the crimson coloured fabric to the bride. “Why should I listen to you?” the bl

My girls; Afsana, Liya, and Leina, were stiff, waiting, watching me like they knew something was coming. Nobody touched the food. Forks scraped plates for show. That was it. Kavin finally broke the silence. “This is dead,” he said, leaning back. “I’ve seen funerals with more fun.” Selene smirked, eyes cutting my way. “Well, fitting, isn’t it? Considering the bride nearly buried herself at the gala.” The fork in my hand stilled. I could feel Drayan watching me, like he knew the second half of that sentence was going to explode.

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.

I ought to never admire him again. “Miss Wills, let's go.” It was Martin. I smiled a little and nodded my head. I walked with my chin held high. Looking at the peaceful venue of my own wedding made me look at the floor. I wanted to be strong today. I need to! In the series I've watched, the bride was in her best gown, but what caught my sight was the beautiful thing she wore on her face, and that was her genuine and joyful smile. She must be so happy marrying the man she likes, and of course—having a wedding inside the church where she invited all her friends and family.