Bride Of Ignat Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Third Person Pov “ It is time to bring the bride.” Panditji announced. In hindus it is a ritual that the bride’s mama(maternal uncle) brings the bride to the mandap for the marriage . Yashvardhan and Gyatri are Anaira’ s mama and mami and since leena and Sheena don't have any mama, Yashvardhan proposed to fulfill this ritual for them as well. The three brides with Yash and Gyatri came into view.

She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't notice that and spoke over her. “Will you marry me Miss Odessa Vale?” She closed her mouth slowly and stared at the diamond ring in front of her. “Oh shit, I didn't kneel” I quickly got on one knee. The whole restaurant was staring, people were bringing their phones out to record. Silly me had forgotten how famous we were. She kept staring at the ring and at me. The silence was getting uncomfortable and I was ready to take whatever answer she gave. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Ricardo” she slid her fingers into the ring I was holding, with a beautiful wide smile.

But instead, she was being surrounded by hugs, acceptance, and warmth. The tears prickled at the corners of her eyes again, but she quickly blinked them back. She didn’t want to cry now and risk ruining the mood. Jamal must have noticed, because he stepped behind her, resting a hand gently at her shoulder. The small gesture send warmth spreading through her body, reminding her she wasn’t alone in this moment. But just as she was finally beginning to settle into the warmth of her new family, another voice sliced through the hall. “Well, well, well,” a mocking sneer echoed through the hall. “If it isn’t the runaway bride.”

I know that this is a sacred place but I am committing a sin inside this place, the moment that I put my eyes, not to my very own bride. My eyes followed her but I tried to stop, she turn me down that way. I am a man and I must not act this way. The day was just fine, clouds outside are clear as my feelings for Janine, kidding HAHA. F*ck her for making me feel this way, you want it that way then be it. I am Caspian Alexander Arevalo, women chase me and I do not, so let it stay that way. Petals were spread on the floor, every detail is flourished with a careful touch from our expensive parents. People gasped as the bride was finally walking down the aisle with her father.

It had taken me hours to decipher even a few pages, my fingers trembling with each turn as if the ink itself was judging me. But I had finally found something. A way to undo it. The curse. A reverse ritual. A way to sever the Bride’s Bond and escape this nightmare. My blood, willingly given. My body, willingly seated. In the Bride’s Throne. Before midnight of the third night. And tonight… was the third night. I pressed my hand against the page, rereading the phrase over and over: “She who breaks the vow must bleed her truth where the first bride wept.” A chill slithered down my back.

“You’ve rumpled and dirtied my clothes.” I straightened immediately. I stood up from the ground, trying to collect what remained of my dignity. My ceremonial dress felt like it was strangling me. I bent down and yanked off my heels one by one, throwing them aside. Killian watched the whole thing, still grinning like this was the most entertainment he’d had in months. Alpha energy radiated from him in waves, making my wolf pace restlessly inside me. “So the bride is making a run for it, huh?” His voice was lazy, teasing. “Don’t want to show how gentlemanly your future mate is?”

He looked away, visibly troubled. Not well. That was it? After what she had said to me last night? I nearly told him about the warning and how Lucia looked at me, but the words hung in my throat because I didn’t even understand what any of it meant. At that moment, three women entered, carrying boxes of ornaments and makeup, chatting among themselves. I sat there reflecting on how strange it was to call this my wedding when it felt like I was witnessing someone else’s life. “Get ready, Elena,” Elario said, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “The car’s waiting.”

Someone who meant it. The officiant’s voice boomed. “You may kiss the bride.” I froze. Couldn’t he hear the tremor in my vows? The ache in my voice? Alexander stepped forward. One hand gripped my waist, the other lifted to the back of my head, guiding me with a steady, rehearsed precision. He tilted his head, lips inches from mine. I shut my eyes, bracing for the kiss that would seal my fate.

she continued motioning me to follow her. We walked the aisle of the hall. “Uh, actually, since we just recently got married and coronated, I knew it would take some time to get closer–” “But he hasn't shared a bed with you,” she interjected. I paused, a tightening knotting in my chest. “Yeah. I guess rumours are already flying.” She nodded for me to sit in the second bench row. I looked behind me in search of Beatrice. “Leave. You are not the Luna. You can wait outside the hall,” she sneered at Beatrice.

His arm snaked around my waist with practiced ease, his grip possessive. “Connor,” Orion said smoothly, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “What gift did you bring for the bride and groom?” Connor’s jaw tightened as he ignored Orion entirely, his eyes fixed on me. “Ava, meet me at our usual place whenever you’re ready,” he said sharply before storming off. Orion chuckled, low and mocking, as Connor disappeared into the crowd. “Your business partner, huh?” he drawled, his eyes dark with amusement. I turned to him, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior. “What was that?”