روايات وقصص ضمن Bride Of Discord

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

"But Alpha..." "Take," Dylan repeated coldly. "The measurements here. Don't make me repeat myself." An awkward silence reigned for a few seconds. Jordan turned his face away to hide a smile, while Scarlett glared at Dylan. Her hands fisted and she opened her mouth to protest, but he gave her a dark look, silently daring her to disobey him. In the end, she scoffed and turned away. Winona noticed the tension between her Alpha and his bride to be. She had heard the gossip that he planned to take a human bride, and everyone knew it was to break the curse on his bloodline.

Meanwhile, at All Night Manor. In the top SVIP private room, three exceptionally handsome men sat in different corners. Unlike the chaotic music and noise outside the bar, the music in this spacious 300-square-meter room was performed live by a band. One wall was covered by a huge, curved silver screen, on which the Windsor Family wedding was currently being displayed. "Brother, your new wife is on the screen, why don't you take a look? She has long legs, a tiny waist, and perfect upper body proportion. I bet she will be amazing in bed!"

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.

“You are not only my bride, but the proof that destiny can be rewritten.” Aakifahlynn’s eyes shimmered with tears, her hand resting against his chest. “And I know that our union is more than vows. It is the bridge between worlds, the promise that peace can endure. We are not just husband and wife, Demarion. We are the hope of realms and an Empire.” They lingered in silence, the weight of their words carried by the night breeze. Realizing slowly but surely they were all looking to them now. Around them, the faint echoes of celebration continued.

“As is your sister-in-law, your niece will grow up in a few years as well. They will all make fine additions to the red-light district. We always need pack breeders. They will do finely.” I’m beginning to feel sick now, my whole body trembling, “You can’t do this.” Jason shrugs, his eyes holding triumph. He inspects his nails, “Well, I can always send them back if you hold on to your side of the deal. Become mine.” “I have a true mate!” “That’s not my problem,” Jason looks at me, his expression flat now. “You broke a deal. You can either crawl back to me and I spare your family’s lives or you can go back to Adam and play house.”

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

Blood dripped from his heels and ankles. Madre de Dios. She couldn’t look. She couldn’t look away. As she entered the room, she saw more weights across the man’s hips and holding down his arms. A black cloth covered his face. He moaned in agony. His every movement, his every breath, dug the dagger points deeper into his skin. She was devastated for him, even as relief that it wasn’t Ramos flooded through her. “What?” asked Herrera. “Do you not recognize your own brother, my bride?”