Bride Mail Novels & Stories

"Her phone is off." Adrian didn't answer. He walked into the bridal suite himself. His eyes scanned the room once. Nothing more. Then they landed on a folded envelope resting beneath the mirror. No one had noticed it. He picked it up. Opened it. Read it. His jaw tightened. Just slightly. It was the first crack in the perfect mask. Eva couldn't help herself. "What does it say?" He folded the letter. "It says she's not coming back." Eva felt the blood drain from her face.

I smiled, reading the caption of the first magazine. ‘Trouble no longer in Paradise! Has Aiden Vilarez finally been tamed by his bride-to-be?’ Another caption read: ‘Flings don’t matter when it comes to Aiden Vilarez! Obviously smitten by his bride-to-be, the business mogul has reclaimed what belongs to him!’

After all, what did the bride's opinion matter when this was really just a merger disguised as matrimony? I didn't see Blaze again during those weeks. Not once. The only evidence that our engagement was real was the massive diamond on my finger that grew heavier with each passing day, and the expensive gifts that would arrive without warning. Designer dresses in my exact size, jewelry, rare perfumes. Each package came with a simple card bearing only his initials: B.L. No sweet messages, no romantic gestures, just his mark of ownership.

My brows drew together, my gaze narrowing just a fraction as I tried to place what, exactly, he thought I should already know. “Say what you’re trying to say.” A soft exhale crackled through the line. “Headlines. Apparently, you’ve taken a bride and failed to inform your own board. I must say, I’m offended. I thought we were closer than that.” I scoffed. “I forwarded it,” Gerald added. “Check your inbox.” I pulled the phone from my ear, my eyes dropping to the notification sitting at the top of the screen. One tap revealed it. ‘Mystery Bride of DL Defense Heir Abducted – Sources Claim Failed Kidnapping Hours Before Public Reveal’

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

By evening, Anya still hadn't sent me a single message. At my wits' end, I typed a message into the group chat. "Is it normal for the bride to be so quiet right before the wedding? I haven't gotten a single message from Anya." "Eli, none of us has ever been married. How should we know?" "Wouldn't the bride be way too excited to sleep? She'd at least FaceTime, send a voice note, or drop some flirty hints." "Or maybe she's just too nervous to say anything."

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

Unfortunately for Travis, I had no desire to open the wedding invitation. "Aren't you going to take a look?" Travis asked in disbelief. I shook my head while wearing an indifferent expression. Earlier, right after I finished eating dinner, I noticed that Victoria had posted a new update on her social media account. She had posted a photo of the new wedding invitation. The groom's name was Travis Somerson. Meanwhile, she intentionally censored the bride's name. Only the last name "Somerson" was vaguely visible while the first name was blurred out.

Yes, we are ordering for 400 hundred hotels room, I don't mind the price, from 1 million dollars to 100 million, just make sure is a comfortable one," I want my son's wedding to be the talk of the Town, Mr Brown added, "Dad, what the hell are you doing?" Clifford shouted, "Oh yes, don't forget to make sure the invitation email has reached everyone, Mr Brown ordered another client to ignore Clifford, "Dad, you gotta stop this whole nonsense and tell me what the hell is going on and who the hell is getting married, Clifford shouted, "I guess you read the invitation card right? and the name of the groom to be is written on it, so why the silly questions, or do we have another Clifford Brown Max

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.