Bride No Veil Novels & Stories

This girl never fails to amaze us with her acting skills. "Now tell me what you guys are wearing tonight?" It felt like an order. Why do I have to tell her what will I be wearing? Not able to take her attitude anymore I asked, "And why do we have to show you our dresses?" "Because I am the bride." The explanation she gave must be entered in the Guinness world book of records. Raising my eyebrows I queried, "So?" "Actually, I have bought dresses for you both and I want you both to wear that tonight." she kept two sets of dresses in front of us making me and Vritti shocked.

"You may kiss the bride." Her longs nails were digging her own palm as she fisted her hands that harshly. The look on master Alejandro's cold eyes was still the same as she felt him stepping ahead towards her and reaching for the hem of her long thin veil, which was covering her face. Unwrapping her elegant features in his display, he lifted the veil off. Unknowing her heart started beating faster, this day was destined to come one day and it came. Lifting her long eyelashes up to look at her groom's face Genelia only found coldness but his eyes unexpected was staring at her holding some foreign emotions... something which confused the guts of the royal bride.

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.

“The king decreed I must witness that the vows are consummated.” “I thought perhaps just the bloody sheet...” she said softly. Padraig’s eyes narrowed. She could not provide a bloody sheet and they both knew it. “One of my brothers is to marry a widow, she can not provide a bloody sheet. It would not be fair if the emissary had to watch them and not us.”

I couldn't see the person he was talking about but I was pulled by my arms and taken back upstairs. “Miss, let's help you with the gown”. The two girls that took me upstairs said with a polite tone which sounds strange to my ears because I am more conversant with the abusive words. “Alright, please go ahead but don't touch my veil. It's a taboo in my culture for my husband to see me before marriage”. I said to the two girls who helped me wear the gown. Thank goodness that they didn't insist on removing the veil. Because I have a plan in mind.

Jazz stated but from what I can see right now, it won't be that easy. "Hell no, I am going to give him war jazz." I stated confidently when we got to the parking lot and I noticed that he is gone. "Where have you ever seen the groom leave the wedding venue without his bride?" I asked curiously. "Ummm, I don't know. Maybe he had an emergency." She reasoned but I honestly don't care what his excuse is, I am doing him a favor, so he has to treat me nicely. "It doesn't even matter, just take me to his place."

One could say that his face was a masterpiece carved by God, capable of driving any woman insane. As he gazed at the delicate wine glass in his hand, his movements were graceful and noble, akin to that of an emperor. "No need to be nervous!" Isaac hastily waved his hand, after all, he was Oliver's brother-in-law. Oliver lit a cigar and caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of his eye. The bride was facing the priest, her figure slim and alluring, radiating an indescribable beauty while wearing the floral wedding gown designed by Master Milan. Her tall and well-proportioned physique, slender and fair arms exposed in the air, and her perfectly elongated neck all left a lasting impre

Evelyn stared at herself in the mirror. She had been crying for days, and now on her wedding day, her face looked pale and her eyes were swollen. There was no happiness visible on her face. The wedding dress she wore was indeed beautiful, but somehow it felt like a dress for her own funeral.

"Carlo, I just knew you'd treat me better than anyone!" With that, everyone's gaze toward me grew even more disdainful. "For the wedding, Carlo even had the airline arrange two exclusive direct flights for us. But in the end, the bride won't be on board." "What's the big deal? Giada is only marrying him to secure a family alliance. Forget the other flights—she'd walk there if she had to." The air around me was thick with mockery. Meanwhile, Carlo's gaze remained entirely on Adriana. He didn't hear a word I said. In the end, I was nothing more than someone watching from the sidelines.

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.