Bride Digo Novels & Stories

Brix is just smiling while observing his aunt, while madam Montemayor is so shocked. "C-Claire Michaels is your wife, Brix?" Sapo nito ang kanyang dibdib sa matinding pagka gulat. Bukod sa prominente ang pamilya ng kanyang inofferan ng pera, ay asawa pa pala ito ng kanyang napaka sikat at mayamang pamangkin! Whew! Her world is spinning.

it seemed that there wasn’t any difference between Dora and his other girlfriends from before! “Go out and take a look, then you’ll understand. Let’s go Doflamingo said. Once the wedding was completed under the watch full eyes of his family, the rest would go according to plan. Upon thinking of these, Doflamingo was actually a little excited. The inner voice in Dora’s heart grew louder and she wanted to go out and have a look. Therefore, she slowly walked outside in a daze. Doflamingo smiled and ordered his subordinates, “keep an eye on her and don’t let anything happen to he.”

Chaos Erupts at Lavish Wedding of Sinjin Santillan as Stranger Claims to be Bride's Fiancé; Bride Flees Church In a stunning turn of events at the highly anticipated wedding of Sinjin Santillan and his bride-to-be, chaos ensued when a stranger disrupted the ceremony by claiming to be the bride's fiancé. The incident unfolded at the picturesque St Catherine's church, filled with guests eagerly awaiting the union of the couple. Witnesses described a tense atmosphere as the unidentified man confronted the bride and groom during the ceremony. He reportedly asserted his relationship with the bride, causing confusion and disbelief among attendees.

I could see the admiration in their eyes, they clearly adored Diego but some seemed envious. I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and forced a smile, trying to match Diego's composure, just like he wanted. I didn’t want these people to sense my apprehension and think I was some easy prey. But it was like they could see right through me. They started whispering in Spanish. "¿Quién es la novia tan hermosa?" ("Who is the beautiful lady?") ... Someone asked. "Es la novia cautiva..." ("She's the captive bride...") another voice replied, the words dripping with scandal.

A dozen guns cocked simultaneously. Dante and Enzo stood frozen. They looked at the flash drive, then at me, then at the dark muzzles surrounding them. Finally, they backed out. The ceremony continued. The priest's voice trembled, but Eugene's hand holding mine was steady. During the exchange of vows, he whispered in my ear, "That was quite a performance, my love." "That was just the beginning," I replied. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. It was not a brief ceremonial kiss. It was a deep, possessive one, heavy with danger and the taste of blood.

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'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

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.

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '