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It was bizarre, to say the least. The old me would've thought his gesture meant that I mattered to him, at least in some way. Now, I wouldn't even hire him to be the opening act for a cheap circus with abused animals. Zachary strode back to me and clamped a hand around my chin. He held up his phone with his other hand and pointed its camera at my face. "Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness."

There was something infuriating about how composed he remained while I struggled to come to terms with the fact that I was expected to play the part of a woman happily preparing to marry a man she barely knew. Still, he had fulfilled his side of the agreement by paying for Faith’s surgery. I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t known what I was signing up for. “Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll go.” “Good. I’ll have someone arrange a dress for you.” “You don’t have to do that. I can choose my own dress.” “Of course, .” He glanced at his watch. “I’ll let you get some rest. We leave tomorrow at seven.”, he was already heading toward the door.

Only my stomach had gone cold. "Who wrote it?" I asked. "The byline is a pseudonym, madam," Ms. Renner said. "Mr. Caleb is already tracing the submission. But there is a phrase in the third paragraph that he thought you should see." She touched the screen, and the lines slid upward. A source close to the family describes the bride as someone who has always taken what was meant for another. I closed my eyes then. I heard Vanessa's voice in the garden, soft and sweet and quietly poisonous. You always did take what was meant for me.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

H The last day bride Proloque Ever been in a situation where by no one wants you? Ever been in s position wishing someone to love you, probably your dad to love you? Well,maybe you haven't met Rissa Williams,a timid innocent lady 22 years,blue oceanic eyes,long pointed nose,full pink lips,and killing curves which make her a complete perfect lady, Her long dark hair top it to her beauty, But one thing is missing, A smile"." Been blamed for her mum's dad who died while giving birth to her is the worst experience anyone will wish to feel,

I could do nothing but hug him. "I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend."

“Later, my grandfather came and knelt in front of my brother to threaten him with his life. Only then did my brother somewhat yield and was willing to substitute the ghost bride for another bride during the formal wedding.” Rose was astonished and petrified. Seven years ago, the plan she had hatched for Jay was still vivid in her mind. “I’m truly sorry, Sir Ares. Your bride had run into an accident and she might not be able to fulfill her bridal duty today.” Jay glanced at her, almost without any hesitation. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do. Put on the veil and remember that you’re not allowed to lift it during the wedding.” She put her veil on and realized that it was made of a unique material

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.

It made me wonder… “Who is your bride?” I blurted out. Nathan looked at me in a surprised way for a moment, almost as though he didn’t expect me to even know that he had a bride. “Her name is Layla,” he finally said. “She’s the Alpha female from our neighboring pack.”

She will bear the mark of the moon, and her power will unite the pack in an era of peace. Most believed the prophecy spoke of Alyssa. With her raven-black hair and twilight-colored eyes, she was everything Seraphine wasn’t—strong, adored, and seen as the true heir of the Alpha’s bloodline. Tonight, she was expected to shift for the first time, marking her transition into adulthood. The pack eagerly anticipated Alyssa’s transformation.