Bride Novels & Stories

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

Who had understood, in that one direction, exactly what I needed. "Alright," I said. "Give me ten minutes to get dressed." The fittings took three hours. I was measured carefully and then presented with options that covered the full spectrum of what bridal could mean. Architectural and structured. Soft and romantic. Elaborate and spare. Each one assessed in front of the long mirror Elena had positioned near the window for the best light, with the quiet professional commentary of a team that knew what they were doing and the complete absence of pressure that came from being genuinely given a choice.

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

The sound of the ocean waves whooshed as they hit the shoreline outside their balcony, the lullaby rocking them gently to sleep. *** Seated on the bride’s side next to Ritchie and Bruce, Chris beamed as he watched Fiona walk down the aisle in a floral, designer bridesmaid’s gown. In her hands, she carried a single Bird of Paradise flower, and her blonde hair was in an updo, revealing her high cheekbones and long neck. Their eyes met, and hers crinkled into an unmistakable, naughty smirk, causing

“Bride to Be” is printed in sparkling font on Scarlett’s bright white sash. Although she’s already had numerous bridal showers and even a bachelorette party, Sheila, Scarlett’s older sister, decided we all needed girl-time tonight. She also decided that the best place to do that would be down the street from where the guys are holding Kurt's bachelor party.

They take their places on the right, while the groom steps up to the monk’s stand. I can see the blond is nervous, though he hides his emotions quite well from everyone else. And then the music changes, and we see the bride. Vasmiya is radiant and stunning. She wears a long dress of soft milky color with a fitted, embroidered corset. The brunette’s hair is arranged in intricate braids adorned with snow-white flowers. She glows with happiness and excitement. The moment she sees her husband, a sincere smile lights up the bride’s beautiful face. It wasn’t for nothing that I married them. Looking at them now, I understand that my de

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

I couldn't seem to stop. "The financiers on Swift's side have a covenant. Old money, extremely specific language. The deal includes a share exchange: Swift shares granted to the bride, Hartwell shares to the groom, and the covenant requires that whoever the bride is must be operationally qualified. Involved in the business. Not—" I stopped. "Not ceremonial." A long silence. "Not Celeste," Maya said. "Not Celeste." Another silence. Then Maya made a sound that was technically a snort but contained entire universes. "'Bride must have relevant aviation credentials.' They wrote that into a merger coven

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “But in return, you belong to me. This is not a business partnership. This is an acquisition. You will take my name. You will move into this house permanently. You will appear at my side at every gala, every meeting, every public event as my wife. Your inheritance, when we recover it, will be tied directly to Cross Holdings. You will be completely, entirely mine. Do you understand the weight of that signature?” A fake marriage. Total surveillance. Becoming the property of the most dangerous predator in the city. It was exactly what Sarah had warned me against. It was a deal with the devil.