Bride For Rent Novels & Stories

He made an engaging sound. "Rafaella is my candidate because she can provide a rich man with the specific, intimate experience they seek. Sure, but you must bring a beautiful face bride for the auction." "Great, I'll send someone over. Where is the location, though?" "Come on, Tino, let's move! After the World Exhibition Expo for yachts, they're holding a bridal auction for the wealthy registered participants, so look for SDC Cruises shipping yard in Milan." Alexus and Rafaella looked at each other silently as they watched and sensed any next move by Colleen's two followers. Rafaella could feel him taking a breath that barely came out of his lips for fear of making any noise.

Do you mean that Jennifer can worry about her daughter and I can't worry about my son? "However, we know that you've put in a lot of effort for the two children. How about this, the bride price has to be a minimum of 36 thousand dollars. Any less will ruin the Holland family's reputation. However, we're willing to pay 10 thousand dollars for the renovation fees. Will that be alright?" As soon as Francesca said those words, Jennifer widened her eyes. '10 thousand dollars? That's not going to happen! Never!' However, before Jennifer could say anything, Francesca glared at her.

“What the hell is that?” She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “God, you are so boring.” She waved the card dramatically. “This is an exclusive invitation to Maison De La Mariée, the most luxurious bridal boutique in the world. Since I am a top model and all, they want me to showcase their newest wedding gowns. And guess what, fiancé? You are coming with me to pick one out.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t recall agreeing to play husband.” I leaned back in my chair, completely unamused. “Are we supposed to be some happy, lovesick couple now?”

“Your place is worth over 1.2 million, and you sold it for eight hundred? Do you think I’m an idiot?” I was so furious I nearly had a heart attack. “Don’t think I’m that easy to fool! If all you earned was barely over a million, then where did Leo get the money for a wedding and a new place?” “The place is rented!” my dad blurted out in a panic. “After paying for the wedding, they could barely make ends meet, let alone buy a place!” Rented? So they were deceiving the bride’s family? No way. As the self-proclaimed bringer of justice, I had to make sure the bride’s family knew the truth!

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

I replied. “This man is simply putting your life at risk Soph..” I swallowed hard. “...all in the name of some damn rivalry issues and a position. You have to let him know he doesn't own you and that you're even helping him by being his rented bride" she went further. “He told me I'll make the contract useless if I keep the baby." I breathed. “Seriously?..”

"Marianne, this complicates things. We can't let personal feelings interfere with our arrangement. It was never meant to be more than a business deal." Marianne felt a pang of disappointment. She glanced at him, looking for some empathy, but she didn't. She sighed. "I rented you as my bride, nothing more, nothing less. I paid your mother's hospital bills, I pay you for doing a good job, but this... I can't accept your feelings, we didn't agree on that, Marianne. To me..." she looked at him. "You're just a bride whom I RENTED."

She looked by her side, wondering if Yvonne also saw the message but Yvonne wasn't there anymore and then she recalled Yvonne leaving the room for the kitchen, to get her a cup of lemonade like she requested. Out of excitement, Katherine reloaded the page to be certain the message wasn't sent by mistake. Not that she didn't believe in herself or she wasn't up to the task; her fruitless search for a job just made her feel she needed a second check. As the page reloaded, an advert came up. She was about clicking on the 'x' side with her mouse when her gaze caught the words on the advert; "Bride for rent," she read the words, her brows narrowing.

Her voice remained flat, empty of the panic her mother was trying to cultivate. "Then do something about your sister," Margaret whispered, leaning over the table. The scent of expensive, stale perfume drifted from her collar. "Bridget isn't answering her phone. Declan Shaw’s driver is currently waiting at the bottom of the hill because she missed the final fitting for the bridal gown. If Declan finds out she left the city before the papers are signed, he will pull the liquidity arrangement. He will let the bank take this house, and he will let Jamie lose that bed." Sloane pulled the yellow paper toward herself, folding it into a small, tight square. "Bridget isn't at the boutique because she

"The house… is rented." A collective gasp rippled through the hallway. Several of the bride's cousins exchanged looks. "And the car?" "The car is my cousin's, but she promised to lend it to me." "She lent it to you? Well, if she agreed to lend it to you, then why did she report you?" Jeffrey opened his mouth and closed it again. Rosalie stepped back and looked him up and down. "And the business? The one that made you 300,000 dollars per annum?"