Bride Mail Novels & Stories

I pried it open, feeling the resistance of the tape under my fingers. Inside, a plain note sat on top, no warmth or sentiment to the words: “A gift for the bride.” It was like reading an automated message. Cold, impersonal. I couldn’t help but think of Miria—if she were here, if this was her wedding gift, would she feel anything more than an afterthought? I sighed, setting the card aside and lifting the smaller items beneath it.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

“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?”

one of the maids said politely, "those are preparations for the wedding ceremony. Many of the items arriving are gifts sent by the Smith family." I stared. "A... bride price? What?" Smith smiled, wicked and soft at the same time, and reached to pinch my cheek like I was a child. "Yeah. You came here because you agreed to marry me. Don't act like you forgot, my little fiancée." Wait. Just. A. Damn. Minute.

Lo and behold… A diamond necklace with a wedding ring strung on it, sat on the red silk, laughing at me. And then, inside the lid of the box, a note stared at me. “Hope you like the official bride price, Adele.” “Haha,” I laughed soundlessly. Because suddenly, it didn’t feel funny anymore. Not that it ever did. I felt like a fraud. If this one was his 'official' bride price, then, the 2 billion was what?

Anne took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my lady. It’s all everyone is talking about. The kitchen staff are already drafting meals for the royal wedding.” “Royal wedding?!” Lily was utterly shocked. Mirabel looked calm but in reality, her ears were ringing and her blood seemed to have run cold. “Who is this bride?” She managed to ask Anne. “Megan Brighton! Former queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Her marriage to Richardson Jared was dissolved yesterday.” Anne answered. “What a wench! She lost her throne and now she is here for Lady Mirabel’s crown!” Mary yelled. “We do not insult women we do not know, Mary.” Mirabel cautioned her lady.

My breath caught in my throat. Unable to believe what I'd just heard, I pressed the button again. Only when Cameron Finch's voice sounded again did I realize I hadn't misheard the first time. With trembling fingers, I tapped into Marissa Becker's Instagram, where the latest post was unmistakably a photo taken in a bridal shop. The caption read, "Picking out wedding dresses with the love of my life! I'm going to be the prettiest bride." The man in the photo was only half-visible, but I'd recognize that silhouette anywhere, even with my eyes closed.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

Without another word, the three men exited, leaving only Mateo Bellandi, diplomat of the Bellandi family and the third son of the clan. Calmly, he adjusted his cufflinks before speaking, his voice smooth and deliberate. “We would like to propose something different… an alliance between our families. Through marriage.” I narrowed my eyes, observing him in silence. “My sister, Aria Bellandi ” Mateo continued in a steady tone, “is of age and perfectly suited for a marriage like this. If she were to marry you, Luca, it would unite our families by blood rather than merely through business. To strengthen that bond, one of your sisters would also marry into the Bellandi family.”

She got into her office and shut the door. Barely two minutes into settling in, Aimee received an email stating that the rest of the board members had a meeting in less than thirty minutes; actually, it was reminder email, but Aimee hadn’t prepared for any meeting, and it was totally unlike her. Something was eating Aimee Landon up and it had something to do with Christopher Bridger honeymooning away in Miami.