Bride For Rent Novels & Stories

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..."

I was the prettiest bride walking down the aisle, I was getting married to "Michael Fisher".. "The Michael Fisher," apart from the fact that his grandmother is the richest in the country, he has been my crush since forever. I had seen him on billboards and Tv. I was an aspiring actress, but I never got a major role, and now I got the role of being the wife to the heir to the FISHERS WORLD. 2 WEEKS EARLIER "Leah......leah...." My name echoed in the balcony of the house, the sound of the voice was familiar, the landlord.

I asked, hoping I heard correctly. “Yes,” he nodded and crossed his legs. “I’ll pay you ten million dollars if you agree to be my contract bride for five years. Five million immediately you sign the contract, and the other half and a house in whichever city you want once it comes to an end.” “So you’re asking me, a woman that you met just last night and who you have talked to for just a few minutes, to enter a contract marriage with you? Why? You’re an Alpha, right? I’m sure you can have any woman of your social class be your fake bride, and they would be delighted. So why me?” I shot my questions at him, sceptical of the entire scenario.

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

I was on a call with Leah Lavato, the lady who had awarded me the contract. “I'm sure you must have heard about the missing bride." Leah said the moment the lines connected. “Don't get too worked up about it. Your money will be wired to you in five minutes." She added, sounding professional as ever. “What about the wedding?" I edged on, my lips pressed tightly against each other. “The wedding can only be held if the bride shows up, otherwise…” She smacked her lips. "You shouldn't be worried about the elites, they know how to sort themselves out.” She chuckled slightly.

She was about to leave when she gazed back at Zia, saying, "Wanna come tomorrow?" "Hell, yeah! Zalore! Are you kidding me? Zalore is the best bridal gown designer in the state! Premade or not, each gown costs a million dollars!" Zia said. "I'll go get myself a dress too." "Sure, my treat," Riley offered with a smile. "Well, hello, Miss Money Bags. Must be great to marry a King," Zia teased. Riley laughed again. She answered, "I can't complain. Max and I will pick you up tomorrow, then."

“What’s so important about a lease request?” “It’s who it’s from.” Caleb waited. “Who?” “ISMARA,” I said. That did it. Caleb straightened. “For our building in Midtown,” I added. Caleb exhaled slowly. “That’s not a coincidence.” “No,” I agreed. “I think it’s deliberate.” Caleb studied my face. “Are you annoyed?” “I’m assessing,” I replied. Caleb stood and walked toward the window. “She’s expanding.” “Yes.” “In New York.”

He blurted out loud, “I’m in need of a woman who’s ready to carry my seed in her, I also need that same woman to act as my wife right until the child is in it’s third month. I don’t need to divulge all the details to you Miss Heathrow, but I can assure you there’s a lot to gain in this.” She scoffed, “Like what exactly?” “Ten million dollars.” She gasped, “You’re joking.” He shook his head, “I do not make empty promises. Ten million is only a tiny fraction of my wealth. All you need to do is carry my seed Miss Heathrow, and pretend to be my wife until the child is three months old. We will part our ways then, call it quits and move on. You get the money at the end of the agreement, plus spou

And once again, my resolve is strengthened as to why I cannot trust her. *** The sea stretches wide and endless before us and the waves crashes faintly against the private stretch of beach we’ve rented for tonight. Everything gleams, from the candles flickering in crystal holders, to strings of lights draped across tall palm trees and the soft hum of violins carried in the wind. This is money well spent. A wedding fit for the headlines and my reputation. I stand with a glass of wine in hand and watch Alera.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.