Novelas y relatos de Bride By Default

I couldn't do anything. I sigh and raise my white transparent veil attached to my bridal hair down. I stand up gently. I can hear Panela's voice already from the living room. There was no car to take me to the church so she volunteered to go bring her father's Range Rover so she could drive mom and me to the church where my groom will be waiting for me already. Now that she is here, it is time to go and become the billionaire's unwanted bride. **** Zayden's POV It is done already, I have a wife now but she is just a wife on paper. It is our wedding night but it doesn't feel special like every other people's wedding night.

She stared at him for a long moment and then when it became obviously clear that he wasn't going to say anything else, she added: "Well how is the wedding supposed to happen then?" She was getting upset by now, more at the man in front of her than at her situation at that moment_ "Because, Incase you have not noticed" she continued sarcastically, "A wedding usually involves a bride and a groom... And I have no groom!" She was upset that her voice trembled on that last note. She wouldn't cry. She promised herself. Whatever happened, she wouldn't be shedding a tear.

she couldn’t stop blushing all the while in her whole route. Richardson welcomed the bride’s family royally. Tanya, the daughter in Law of Richardson puts a veil on Georgina’s face hone, our soon to be queen, new bride of the royal Richardson’s need to cover their face in the family.” and she makes her sit on the stage. After a while Adam arrived with his mother and grandmother on either side of him. He looked at Georgina and thought angrily, ‘that veil won’t help you.’ The ritual has started as Adam settled beside her, the priest has been chanting the mantras.

‎‍ ‎“—I no⁠w‌ pronounce you husband and wife.” ‎A si⁠n‍g‌le came⁠ra clicked. The world outside would soon se‍e the still frame: D‌a⁠mon‌ Hale‍, the untouchable billionai⁠re, finally married. A perfe⁠ct image.⁠ ‎ ‎Then cam‌e t⁠he line I hadn’t planned for. ‎“You may kiss⁠ the bride.” ‎ ‎Aria looke‍d up, startled. The contract hadn’t mentioned this part.

She marries to survive and for the money too. Her laughter floats out of the bridal suite, high and polished, the same sound she perfected years ago. It is not joy. It is performance. I have heard it used to charm council elders, soothe angry Alphas, and convince men with too much power that she is exactly what they need. “You may now kiss the bride,” the officiating priest announces. “Before Elsbridge Pack and the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you mates.” Applause swells across the ballroom. Champagne flutes clink, Betas in silk gowns beam as if this is a fairy tale instead of a carefully negotiated alliance.

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

What had originally made me look frumpy and pregnant, now perfectly accentuated my womanly curves. In werewolf weddings, it was uncommon to have bridesmaids and groomsmen, but for anyone that did, the custom was for their bridal party to stand with their mates, as the mate union was considered holy in our religion. So I stood with Tyce and Heidi stood with her friend and pretend-mate Hunter. Heidi was due to give birth in two weeks, and she had been worried that she wouldn’t be able to fit into her dress. It was a fair concern as her belly was straining against the material. Any bigger and she wouldn’t have. Heidi was the reason I’d ended up with this shapeless monstrosity. There weren’t man

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.