Bride No Veil Novels & Stories

I raised a brow. “Half? All of New York knows! They just want to hear it from you.” “I am not doing any conference till after the wedding.” “Why? Are you worried people will know who the bride is and start to disturb her?” I looked away from Liam and pressed the switched button on the laptop in front of me. I don’t know who is better between him and my dad. Both seem worse, actually. “Hold up, don’t tell me… you are jealous that the world will find your bride beautiful and start pestering her?!” He burst into laughter and I snapped my brows together

"My father and my brother use to call me small boy, great brain. I was sharp, and do observe a lot about things around me." "Where is your brother's grave? " I ask. He clenched his fist and began walking to the car telling me to wait. He came back with three bunch of flowers. We place them on each grave before going home in silence, both of us in our own thoughts. ♡♡ "it's time dear "Nanny Lilo says and pat my back. I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. I look good in my white wedding dress that shows my cleavage. I know I look beautiful since everyone here won't stop gawking and flattering me. I appreciate them, but I'm not happy.

she beamed with a smile, and I nodded my head. “I’m sorry. It’s just…” “I understand. We can catch up later if you don’t mind,” she said, before smiling and walking away. I turned to Ariel, who smiled at me. “The Alpha Prince’s wife.” “Oh, His cousin?” I gasped, and she nodded. “Let’s get you mated.” She placed her hand on mine, pulling the veil over my face. “I am not innocent. Why would you—” “Because people can’t see the bride before the groom,” she said as I lowered my head, smiling at myself. She handed me the bouquet of lilies and stepped back.

I was to pretend this affair didn't exist and do nothing to stop them. Something wrapped its arm around my throat. I tore the contract into shreds. Nathaniel had kept the affair a secret for five whole years. That was something I didn't see coming. … It happened one night when I came home—three months had passed since our wedding. The first thing that greeted my eyes was a house turned upside-down. I saw torn clothes, undergarments, and questionable stains all over the ground. I walked into my bedroom. That was where I found Nathaniel in bed, naked with another woman. The scene hit me like a sledgehammer.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

My heart was beating so hard that I thought everyone in the house could hear it. A few moments later, the door opened. Marcus came back. “I got everything you asked for.” The makeup artist walked over and took the bag from him. “We’re all set now,” she said with a smile. She handed him a small item, just to make everything look real. “She doesn’t need it anymore,” I said, my voice muffled behind the veil. Marcus frowned. “Why is Clara already wearing a veil?” The makeup artist laughed softly. “It’s tradition, sir. The groom shouldn’t see the bride’s face before the wedding. It brings bad luck.”

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, I lifted Aria's veil. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. "My God! The bride isn't Selene Liraine!" "Where's the real bride gone to?!"