Bride By Default Novels & Stories

"Oh please, don't ruin my mood with your never ending pity. Let me just imagine myself wearing it and assume you got it for me and present it to me like this… she paused as she dramatized how Naya would go on her knees to present the bracelet to her. "I'm presenting a bracelet not asking you to be my wife," Naya muttered giggling. "Even if you ask me I would have said no if you were a guy," enola scoffed. "You dare not, you won't be able to resist my handsome face," Naya bragged. "And you won't be able to resist my honey ass," enola replied, shaking her ass.

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

No one had brought a breakfast tray. Bridget took a slow breath, smoothing down the front of her white silk blouse. She kept her makeup minimal, just a touch of tint on her lips. She needed to look like the woman Declan had originally agreed to marry—effortless, refined, and entirely distinct from the plain, heavy wool dresses Sloane favored. She found Declan in the glass-walled study off the main gallery. He was sitting behind a black marble desk, his attention fixed on a financial tablet.

So, with the anticipation all over, the doors of the hall were pushed open from outside, and the bride appeared in her black dress. "What is happening? Why black of all colours?" "Is she a widow? It's like she is planning to kill the alpha." "What's with the rusted jasmine? Are flowers too expensive in the market that the alpha couldn't get his Luna a better bouquet?" Everyone had a thing to say about the bride, but guess what? Neither the bride nor her alpha cared.

She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't notice that and spoke over her. “Will you marry me Miss Odessa Vale?” She closed her mouth slowly and stared at the diamond ring in front of her. “Oh shit, I didn't kneel” I quickly got on one knee. The whole restaurant was staring, people were bringing their phones out to record. Silly me had forgotten how famous we were. She kept staring at the ring and at me. The silence was getting uncomfortable and I was ready to take whatever answer she gave. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Ricardo” she slid her fingers into the ring I was holding, with a beautiful wide smile.

“I would like to inform you that your children will be bearing the Salvatore name from now on.” “Isn’t it normal for a woman to take her husband’s name after marriage?” I laughed. “Sorry, I meant both kids. Aaron included.” “What.” He said.

“Ten million for a substitute bride. To be paid by the bride’s family.” I closed my pricing booklet. The original price written inside had actually been four million. Sean let out a cold snort, while Crystal paid without hesitation. “Some traditions exist for a reason. People who break the rules usually end up regretting it.” I shot Sean a glance, put away my phone, and turned to head back into the bridal chamber. I completed the ceremony again and lit three candles beside the bed. Then, on the twenty-seventh line of the marriage document, I carefully wrote Blake’s name.

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