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“I like her already.” Uriel didn’t smile. He studied Z, taking in the dead look in his eyes, the way the white dove on his shoulder hadn’t moved since he walked in. “Who’s the girl?” “X new bride,” Z said. “The first one ran. This one’s still bleeding.” Ashtin sucked on his lollipop, tongue turning violet. “X never keeps them long. He breaks them too fast.” “Not this time,” Z said. His voice was flat, but something under it sharpened. “This one’s different. She didn’t scream.”

Patel had shoved at me with a cheerful “just standard stand-in paperwork, don't worry about it, sign here, here and here." I had signed my own marriage contract without reading it. I needed to start reading things. "Miss Bridges." Mr. Adeyemi closed the briefcase with a soft click. "I suggest you get some rest. A car will take you to the Holt residence within the hour." He walked out as calmly as he'd walked in and left me sitting there with my shoes off and my pins digging in and the full weight of what had just happened settling over me like a ten-tonne wedding cake.

I was melting like a candle. "That's too soon! They are not married yet!" Mrs. Johnson interfered. "Our company needs more heirs and I want to see my great-grandchild before I die so you better move on fast if not what I say, you better not get married." I felt that I couldn't breathe at all. "I will marry her on Monday, and you will have a baby in your arms next year, Grandpa! Just stay healthy." Edward uttered and I was sure he hadn't thought of the outcome of each word.

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

Now she was considering a voluntary marriage to a man who, despite his calculating nature, seemed to respect her as a person. She reached out and grasped Benedict's hand firmly. "Yes, Mr. Easton. I will marry you." His answering smile was genuine, warming his sightless eyes. "Please, call me Ben." He pulled something from his pocket – a ring box. "Adam helped me select this. I hope it suits you." The ring was elegant but not ostentatious, a single diamond set in white gold. As Adam helped Benedict slip it onto her finger, Evelyn felt a strange mix of emotions – fear, hope, and something else she couldn't quite name.

Behind all the firmness she tried to maintain, Hazel knew that tomorrow would be the beginning of something far heavier than just saving her mother. That morning came quickly. The sun had just risen in the eastern horizon, but Hazel had been awake for a long time. Her swollen eyes clearly showed lack of sleep, but there was no time to think about that. Today was her wedding day—a marriage not born of love, but a cold transaction she had agreed to the night before. Hazel stood in front of a large mirror reflecting her figure in a simple white dress. The dress was chosen directly by Theo's personal assistant, not her. No excessive lace, just a classic cut with an elegant silhouette.

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

He asked in a French Canadian accent, as he ushered us forward. "No, Marcel, my sister is coming and her friend is as well," Sonya kissed the assistant on both his cheeks as he opened a long silk cream-colored sheet to the main dress room reserved for expensive clients. "Marcel this is the bride Cherokee Rains, and here is my son, Becket." She held out her long arms toward her son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law. "No introduction is needed of course for me," Came the voice from behind them of a woman who looked exactly like Sonya.

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.