Bride Mail Novels & Stories

Ella POV I kept staring at my phone on the floor, the screen cracked from the fall, my mind refusing to process what was written on it. “The envelope you found is only half of what exists. There is more hidden where only you will think to look. Trust no one in that house. Not even the man you married. Be careful. They are already watching.” I read it twice. Who would send something like this from an unknown number? I stood up slowly and walked to my bag. I had planned on taking the envelope out but not tonight. One careless move and Luciano would notice something. I needed to keep this quiet and move carefully.

he continued, “but the drop point was a private courier service. They scanned the label for tracking, and guess what name was listed for the sender?” “Emily?” I guessed. “No,” he said. The silence stretched. “Nicholas Windsor,” Nate said. “Your fiancée’s Uncle.”

she said, handing over the paper to her. Vida took it from her and her eyes scanned the entire sheet. "What is this?" she asked with confusion as she saw it was a cheque for ten million addressed to Maria. "Why are you giving me this? It belongs to you." "Not quite; your dad gave this to me as your wedding gift and he said this must be used to fund your honeymoon trip." "What?" Vida asked with her hands falling to her side. "Fund my honeymoon? What does that mean?" "He asked to make sure that you and Axel go on a honeymoon trip after the wedding and I am to use that money to achieve it."

Who are you to me? Something shifted in his eyes. For a moment, composure gave way to something raw. “You are Bliss,” he said firmly. “My bride.” The word struck like cold water. Bride. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her head shook, the denial instinctive, though she could not remember enough to be certain. Still, the thought of being someone’s bride, of belonging to a man she could not recall, made her chest tighten with dread. “You do not remember,” he said quietly, his jaw tense. “It will return. Until then, I will keep you safe.”

Then, in the very next second, my phone rang. I answered, and Anna's shy, sugary voice came through the line. "Ms. Shaw, the wedding may need to be moved up. My future mother-in-law had the date specially chosen for us. We'll get married in three days. It's the perfect timing. It'll help us conceive a child in one go." Almost at the same time, Victor sent me a message. 'Honey, my business trip got moved up. I might have to leave as early as tomorrow. You and the baby stay home. I'll bring you both presents.'

Katherine was at lost for words but decided to open up to her "I overheard his discussion with his assistant. His grandparents refused to hand over their family's business to him unless he is married, so he wants to rent a bride for a year which is the duration his grandparents gave him that his marriage will last before he becomes the owner of the Baldwin Empire. As a punishment to me for eavesdropping on his discussion, he decided to make Felicity his rented bride" she shuddered as she mentioned Felicity as a rented bride.

She chuckled. In the collection, the most costly dress was a fantasy of brocade with a bustier that was delicately embroidered with pearls and silvery threads in the shape of flowers. "Those are platinum threads," the store owner stated. That clarified the cost. "I believe your choice will please your groom," she said. So she was more familiar with him than I was. Today, Damon was just as foreign to me as he had been almost three years before. ***

It had been days since Marianne didn't hear from Nate and Felix. She thought that they give up on her and finally setting her free. "Finally! I'm free!" she shouted with joy as she strecthed her arms. "What happened? You seemed happy," Ethel narrowed her eyes while looking at her, but Marianne just give her a wide smile. Marianne maintained her broad smile and replied, "I haven't heard from Nate and Felix in days. I thought they'd given up on this whole charade and finally released me from this 'Bride for Rent' nonsense."

We've seen an increase in young ladies, all huddled up together and giggling over their phones, excited about something. "What's going on?" I ask Stephanie, watching a table filled with this group of young women, talking to themselves. "Oh, you don't know?" "Don't know what?" "There's a weird post breaking the internet lately. A billionaire had requested a mail-order bride." I raise my brow. "In this day and age?" "I know right?" Stephanie giggles. "Couldn't he just go to Tinder or something? Well, according to the post, interested participants should send in their applications."

the girl sighed as she accepted with furrowed brows. “Letters from guests. The committee wants it to be given directly to you.” With a confused brow, Mia checked the envelopes briefly. “They can hand it over later. Why in such a hurry?” she muttered before pulling one out and starting to open it. Just as the girl was about to unfold the paper, a female staff with a communication device plugged into her ear caught the eye with her fast pace. "It's time for the bride to enter the room," the woman in the feminine suit said, giving a signal.