Bride Of Ignat Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

Chapter 36: Blood Ties I stood at the threshold, hesitating as the muffled voices from within reach my ears. My heart pounded with uncertainty, but the desperate need to understand what was actually happening inside propels me forward. Slowly, I press my ear against the door, attempting to decipher the words spoken by a male voice which undoubtedly my brother. Amidst the faint sobs, my mother's tearful voice resonates through the room. “Please, Kyle! Please don’t do this!”

He had said that so smoothly while they were in the carriage, determination fueling his bravery. Right now though, he wasn't feeling so brave. Just so lonely. By Ignas, he missed her. Before regret would start taking a toll on him as usual, there was a knock at the door. Who could it be? He had done a lot of work for the Bride's family - whose house he was in right now, during the day. He had spent his morning working in the dwellings of the families of three other brides. He had even met some of the carriages that were to dispatch the sacks of coins to different families in Inaymi, and he had gone with them just to keep his mind occupied, so he would lose it.

/Meelah’s POV/ “I don’t think either the ministers nor the ushers will be able to control the situation” Brian whispered and I looked around the congregation to see if the guests were going to calm down and come to terms with the bride switch, but they were not looking like they were going to calm down for the wedding to proceed

she said. I felt a different urge pushing me, and just like that, I planted a kiss on her lips. It felt soft, warm, and comfortable. Some people cheered for us, and others, I'm sure, didn't. My wedding ceremony was quiet. I asked Irina to wait in the bride's waiting room before we went to the getaway car. I thought everything was going as it should, until Igor came up to me, out of breath. "Boss, the bride's been kidnapped," Igor said softly.

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His voice was low, trembling with fury. “I swear, Igor, you breathe a word of this, and I’ll put a bullet through your skull myself.” Igor’s hands went up, a mocking chuckle escaping his lips. “Okay, okay… no need to kill me over a little love story.” Adrian released him with a shove. Natalia stepped forward, eyes blazing, and without warning—smack—her palm cracked across Igor’s face. “Ingrate.” Adrian grabbed her arm, holding her protectively.

“I get it, my dear. But you’ll be just fine tonight. After this, it’s just the wedding, and then it’s all behind you.” I took a deep breath and nodded, raising my glass again. This time, the champagne burned slightly as it went down my throat, and I realized I needed a little more to settle my nerves. One glass turned into two, then three, and before I knew it, the room started to blur slightly.

Settling back relieved, he was now certain something very irregular was occurring in the marriage. His new seat companion studiously ignored him, either dozing or reading throughout. Christian yearned to talk with her but lacked courage to approach a stranger at night. Disembarking, he quickly located the rental car booked earlier. To his delight, spotting her husband depart with his mistress, the new bride agreed to accompany Christian.

He must really hate the sound of my voice because instead of doing what I told him, he stepped on the gas and the car shot forward, moving way faster than I thought it could. I yelped, reaching for anything to grab so I wasn't propelled out of my seat. Resigned to be with a heartless monster, I kept trying to count backward in a bid to distract myself from how fast he was going. A couple of minutes later to my surprise, he started talking without prompting. “You know you're all the same, right? You, your sister, every other bloody lady! Most of it all though, is your sister!” He spat out contempt in every word. “I never wanted to marry her but somehow she wiggled my way into my family and go