Bride For Rent Novels & Stories

Quinn’s melodic, high-society voice echoing off the ceiling of Maison de L'Amour brought me back to a reality I dreaded. Yep, I was shopping for bride's maid dresses with Quinn and her two other plastic friends; Chloe and Penelope. Maison de L'Amour was the most exclusive, ultra-elite bridal boutique in the city. Girls like Quinn, Chloe and Penelope were their target audience; wealthy and looking like they were on a strict diet of luxury water and celery sticks Penelope took a swirl round in the bride’s maid dress she was trying on. “This is A-mazinggggg.”

Not a bride. > A queen.

After more than two hours, the group arrived in Sealand. Rebecca headed to the hotel to get some rest, while Caspian brought Willow to the best and most luxurious bridal boutique in Sealand—Everlove Bridal Boutique. The owner was a middle-aged woman who looked elegant and sophisticated. "Hi, what can I do for you today?" she greeted warmly when Caspian and Willow came in. Many of the customers who came to the bridal boutique would choose to rent a wedding gown and return it once they no longer needed it. It was the more economical choice since the bride would only wear the gown once.

“Read it.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Legal terms blurred together, but the numbers were clear. Medical expenses. Housing. Monthly allowance. Security. Everything my mother needed. “And in return?” I asked, though my voice already knew the answer. “You will marry me.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “It will be a one-year contract marriage,” he continued calmly. “No love. No emotional involvement. Public appearances only.” I swallowed hard. “And… intimacy?” His gaze darkened briefly. “Not required.”

Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world. Beside him stood Elena Langford, glowing beneath the flashes of expensive cameras and media attention, every inch the perfect rich man’s bride. The internet was obsessed already. Business blogs called it the union of the year. Investors called it strategic. The public called it romantic. I called it predictable. A humorless smile tugged briefly at my lips before disappearing just as quickly. Adrian had always been ambitious, but the problem with ambitious men was that they eventually confused greed for intelligence. Marrying Leonard Langford’s daughter was not love. It was business. A move. A transaction wrappe

After some inquiring, I learned that Lana had rented my house to Zac's relatives without my consent. She herself had rented another villa outside with Zac. Honestly, I had been completely honest with Lana and had given her everything I had since we got together. For six years, I never asked her for a penny in rent. I treated her sincerely, yet Lana only regarded me as a sucker. Seeing the completely different house, I immediately called the police and showed them the deed, saying the contract was invalid, and managed to drive out the tenants.

By the time I made it downstairs, the air in the entrance hall had already shifted. Yanila stood in the middle of the marble floor like it was a stage built for her alone. Her heels clicked as she turned slowly, taking in the mansion with the kind of awe that was really mockery. “Beautiful,” she said to no one in particular. “So this is where the illegitimate bride hides.” Gaya was there too, leaning against the wall, arms folded, her expression unreadable. I had no idea if she was here to watch, to protect, or to judge.

So, with the anticipation all over, the doors of the hall were pushed open from outside, and the bride appeared in her black dress. "What is happening? Why black of all colours?" "Is she a widow? It's like she is planning to kill the alpha." "What's with the rusted jasmine? Are flowers too expensive in the market that the alpha couldn't get his Luna a better bouquet?" Everyone had a thing to say about the bride, but guess what? Neither the bride nor her alpha cared.

Beatrice also exclaimed. "That is why I called you here today. I had a long discussion with the king, and we came to a conclusion. We will pay your daughter's bride price." "What?" Mr. Rowan stood to his feet, shocked and alarmed by the announcement. Beatrice also stood to her feet, she didn't like what she was hearing. Why would they pay Sarah's bride price? It's not like she's getting married to the king. She's more like a concubine. A mistress. A vessel for the king to dump his wet seeds. Why would they pay her bride price?