Bride Of Alfonso Mga Nobela at Kwento

She earnestly said to Duke Salieri, "If you don't believe it, you can use your own hair and Antonio's hair to do a DNA comparison — oh, my mother Ms. Dolores has been dead for many years, but you can use my genes to redo the sibling kinship test. I think you should be able to get some results." Duchess Salieri covered her chest with her hand, her frail body unable to withstand such a shock. She turned to look at Duke Salieri, her voice trembling, "Did you really betray me?" "Be calm," Duke Salieri, unable to bear it any longer, lowered his voice to remind his wife, "Dolores has been dead for over a decade." Duchess Salieri's tears flowed, "You didn't even spare the body?" Duke Salieri: "....

For now though, here she still was, standing like an obedient little lamb for sacrifice, being the perfect bride as was expected of her and going through the motions like a lifeless zombie. Not really allowing herself to feel anything. Dante glanced at his wife again. Wife! it was weird just thinking up the word. He couldn't believe he was married now. She had nodded as though she understood what he had said, but she still wasn't smiling and she still had that vacant look in her eyes, so he wasn't sure. It was thesame look that had graced her face when her father had confirmed the fact that she was to go ahead and wed Dante. Alonso had been too relieved to realize that his ambitions would no

I pointed out the obvious once again. I couldn’t understand why the old man couldn’t handle things the way that they should normally be handled instead of complicating everything and pulling me into the mess along with him. Getting married just sounded like the craziest thing in my life that I could ever do and will never do. “There will be a bride,” he declared with absolute confidence. “What?” I questioned while feeling extremely fed up with how disillusioned he could be. If Diana is missing, there could never be a bride… “Dahlia Alnault. Diana’s younger twin sister will be your bride,” Alfred announced with a firm nod of his head.

"Sure. That's why you keep clenching her fist everything you remember that Elena and Noah are getting married?" I looked away, my breathing getting labored. "No. Noah is getting married to Layla, to me." "Yeah, sure. And that’s why your voice shook when you said she wasn’t Noah’s type." I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My hand tightened around the coffee cup until the lid popped off with a soft snap. Hot liquid spilled onto my fingers, but I barely flinched. Alfonso let out a low whistle. “You better get it together before noon, bride-to-be. Otherwise, the whole show goes up in flames.”

To my surprise, Amelia walked over and called out, "Brother Alfonso." Brother? Who? The assistant stared. Their boss, who had abstained from any romantic relationships all year round, affectionately ruffled Ms. Cromwell's hair and said, "Amelia, even though it's late, I still want to say, welcome home." Assistant: ... Yes. No one in the circle knew Alfonso's identity. After all, he was born in Norfolk at that time. I started from small roles and gradually rose to fame, acting in one hit after another.

What were these people, she wondered. When they finally got to the altar, Rosana searched around for her groom but he was nowhere to be found. Silently, she prayed that he had forgotten about the wedding and had abandoned her. "He will be here soon" The Bishop spoke softly and Rosana stared at him in bewilderment. She had never heard a story of a bride arriving for her wedding before the groom. It was always the groom who arrived first and waited for his bride. Rosana felt like crying all over again. She was not even betrothed to a normal man. She was betrothed to the king of hell, Sergio De Niro. The name that caused thousands to bow in terror and powerful men to cower in fear.

He explained, still with his head bowed. 'This is embarrassing but...how did he know I'm Alpha Styx's bride?' thought Vivian. She hasn't met the Alpha nor his people, she doesn't even have an idea on how the Alpha looked like. But according to rumors, he was an old man who has been bedridden for years and he was cursed by someone called the Moon Witch or something that was why he had no bride. "You must be wondering how I was able to recognize you right?" Karl asked with a smile on his face. Looking at his smile, Vivian's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. If only, her groom could be half as handsome as he is.

He pressed his bloody knife to my father’s throat, a smile playing on his lips. “Do you accept your daughter as my bride?” My heart stopped. Father gulped hard, he stared at me, his eyes apologizing for what he is about to say. Alpha Lennox had accepted me as his bride, the first trial had passed and my pack was spared. Not entirely sure if I am his mate or just one of his bride, I hope to be the latter, if he were my mate then I would know it. I would have felt it the minute he walked in.

The man named Alfonso was enjoying a light brown drink like tea from a glass cup. Alfonso’s hair was almost gone, leaving only white strands on the top and sides of his head. His face was full of wrinkles and large black spots near the corners of his eyes and cheekbones. Alfonso turned and watched his three guests in silence. “Close the door, Brenda,” he said to the maid. The maid nodded without saying anything, then closed the door.

He asked her with a mocking smile on her face and she stared at the water, it was very dirty and the bridge seemed very shaky, like one that would collapse at any given time but Alfonso didn’t care as he pushed her forward. “Alfonso please, this place isn’t safe, we could die” she told him in tears as he placed the gun at her head before arching her back so she was over the railing of the bridge and she swallowed hard as she stared at the water, she was going to die if Alfonso decided to let go of her. “Alfonso please, dont do this to me, I beg of you” she told him as she tried to maintain her balance.