Bride For Rent Novels & Stories

Patricia froze, the angry look draining from her face, leaving her pale. Maxwell turned his gaze to the bride. "And Karina," he continued, his tone warm and even. "A two-week vacation in a hotel is a nice gesture. But for a wedding, owning the destination is much better. My real estate brokers are currently drawing up the deed to a historic, fully-staffed estate in Tuscany. It's yours."

I raised a brow. “Half? All of New York knows! They just want to hear it from you.” “I am not doing any conference till after the wedding.” “Why? Are you worried people will know who the bride is and start to disturb her?” I looked away from Liam and pressed the switched button on the laptop in front of me. I don’t know who is better between him and my dad. Both seem worse, actually. “Hold up, don’t tell me… you are jealous that the world will find your bride beautiful and start pestering her?!” He burst into laughter and I snapped my brows together

And then, the sweet but miserable bride continued her way out. When she arrived at the palace that had been rented by Ace for the time being, in her dirty white dress she had walked to there until her clouded eyes saw the gates of the one which was her home. Surely, one out of a million. One bride out of a million that couldn’t reach her destiny to the man who waited for her so long, but in the end, it was just a vain await. There was no one at home. Slowly, she opened the gate for her to come in when suddenly a male voice called her attention.

"When the time comes, you can go to this bridal boutique to buy a wedding dress. Then, you can just call me when everything is ready." Caroline glanced at the name of the bridal boutique and secretly clicked her tongue. Merry Color was a domestic bridal boutique with little popularity. It wasn't because it was unpopular, but because their wedding dresses were very expensive, costing thousands of dollars. Only people from the upper class could afford it. Therefore, this brand was only well known among the upper class. Other people didn't know it at all. Everyone who hired Cook as a photographer was rich and powerful. Caroline guessed that he forgot about Kirk's net worth in a moment of carele

Her mind was consumed with the memories that had resurfaced and the overwhelming uncertainty of her own feelings. As they stepped through the grand wooden doors of the church, the soft creaking sound echoed through the empty hall. The guests, who had been left bewildered by Elma's sudden departure, turned their attention to the returning bride. Whispers and concerned glances followed her every move, creating a palpable tension in the air. Elma could feel their eyes on her, but she remained resolute, focused on the task at hand.

Maggie stood beside Lila. "I do…" Lila smiled brilliantly. Maggie grinned. "I make a lot of money through this gown. Like a lot." "Because it's beautiful and many people bought it?" The grin on Maggie's face turned wider. "Nope. This is the only one." It must be because of the silk and the silver embroidery, thought Lila. She gasped in the next second, imagining she would wear a very gorgeous and lavish gown. "Emm… Maggie," Lila hesitated. "I don't want this gown, can you show me a more affordable and modest gown?"

She didn’t say anything, dropping her gaze to her lap, her fingers playing with a loose thread on her shirt. “I’ll buy you a new wardrobe, and make sure you have spending money. You won’t want for anything if you agree to this arrangement.” She lifted her chin. I had never noticed the stubborn little cleft in it until now. “What would you pay me?” “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars a month. If the charade lasts longer than six months, I’ll double it.” I smirked. “If we do have to get married, I’ll pay you a bonus. When we can divorce, I’ll make sure you get a good settlement and handle all the details. You’ll be set for life.”

"Where are we going? I thought you said she's not a professional babysitter…" "It's alright," Zachary assured her. "She'll be fine, and we'll be back before you know it." Although he was the one planning most of the wedding details, things like the bridal dress, bridal jewelry, and bouquet should be chosen according to Lulu's preferences. "We don't have time, so we can't have a tailored bridal gown," Zachary said. "We'd be buying something pre-made, and I have this foreign brand called Forus in mind. It really wouldn't lose out to designer dresses, and I have already an appointment. We're now heading there so you could pick."

Neha mischievously told to Daniel. "Arre, we want jija ji's dollars. Not much but for now 2000 USD would be fine." Minkle said, showing her own demand. The girls were holding the small boards with bold words written on them like 'no money, no bride', '$2000 or go back'. Though this ritual is only performed by the real sister of a bride, they were eager to rob their Royal jija Ji. Tristan frowned. Daniel asked him to give them something as he knew the sisters of Bride asks for money from the groom. Its the funniest ritual for him.

Her lips moved behind the fabric, muffled words escaping her throat, struggling to be heard. He leaned in closer. “Say it louder!” Her crown shimmered brightly. The silk pressed down harder against her mouth. Only a whisper slid out—delicate and weak. “Help me.” The First Bride tilted her head, her veil fluttering in the fierce wind while her smile widened. “She doesn’t need your flames, Fox. All she needs is the door. That’s what brides are meant for.” Vincent growled low in his throat, his chest trembling with anger. “She is not yours.”