Bride Digo Novels & Stories

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

Diego said excitedly, I don’t know how but I got to the hospital in record time. “Mama.” Ava said weakly. I just hugged her with tears of joy in my eyes, I tried my very best to be gentle with the hug… ONE MONTH LATER… Diego waits anxiously at the aisle, he is waiting for his beautiful bride Valentina to walk in, he hasn’t seen her in some hours, she did not want him to see her before the wedding. Diego hears the gasped from their friends and family, he turns and there is the most beautiful woman in the whole world, Valentina Sanchéz, the woman who is going to be his wife, the mother of his daughter Ava.

“Lorenzo? The girl you were supposed to marry before she got handed off to Luca Morretti?” Dante nodded solemnly. “She was mine, Lucho, until that bastard Moretti came out of nowhere and stole her from me. Not only did Luca steal my bride to be, his family stole my family's contracts, stole our alliances, and more than half of our territory. We used to be so powerful, but then we gradually became nothing but a forgotten story. And now?” He grinned again. “Now I have the weapon of revenge I need in my hands.” Lucho looked a bit skeptical. “Will she be willing to help you, and how exactly does she fit into your plans?”

Arianna’s ear kept buzzing, mostly because Chloe had made it a mission to hum endlessly about the gifts she had been receiving—from school all the way home, and even after they settled in her room. After hours of gentle pushing, teasing, and dramatic sighs, Arianna finally opened up about the contract marriage Aiden had proposed.

They prayed to Helios to let the brides in until Solas’s anger calms down and Helios agreed because of his own growing fear. Every decade since then, Helios allowed the cave to open, and a bride was sent to Solas, hoping to placate him and protect the village from his fury. Each bride was a sacrifice, a desperate attempt to stave off destruction. But Solas, consumed by anger and bitterness, never touched a single woman sent by the villagers. Instead, he killed each bride and threw their bodies out of the cave, a grim testament to his unyielding rage and refusal to accept his banishment.

“Today, you have the chance to play with your hairdresser's son.” I distinctly remember recoiling at the sight of the boy's smile, which showed two front teeth missing. I couldn't bring myself to shake his hand when I saw the dirt under his nails, so I simply lifted my chin and walked away. Mother Orvi believes that as the future bride of the Dragon God, my personality is inconsequential and therefore, doesn't apologize for my behavior.

He flatlined. This man was once the prince of Imperia's elite circle, and he died before the eyes of the woman he loved the most. It would've been a tragic romantic tale, except she was also the woman he'd ruined with his own hands. He didn't rest in peace. No, his eyes were wide open even in death. … Another year went by. The sun was shining bright over the plaza of Saint Maria Cathedral, and doves were flocking the area. I was wearing Rebirth, the one that was really mine, the one I'd reconstructed. I held Michael's arm as we walked across the aisle that was covered in rose petals.

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

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Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.