Novel & Cerita Bride Of

The flowers were perfect. That was the only thing going right. I had been awake since four in the morning making sure that the roses with just enough blush to look romantic without being loud, greenery that didn't overpower, ribbon tied the way Vivienne had shown me three times on a YouTube video she'd sent at midnight. Everything was perfect. The bride just wasn't here. Her text came at 6:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Aria. I can't do it. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

It was silent for a while before murmurs erupted. "I present to you, Lord Minir of the House of Corvinus and his— blood slave, my Lord?" Lord Minir glared at him, " Blood Bride. " My eyes widened at his answer. Lord Minir emphasized, "She is my blood bride and they are my ladies." The host shivered, " Lord Minir of the House of Corvinus, his blood bride and his ladies. " Confused, I was about to ask them a question but Atlas answered right away.

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

“No, just some drunk, oblivious girl who thinks everyone wants her. There’re many of that kind of woman in this town. Mine, on the other hand, is completely opposite of that. She’s kind, generous and very intelligent.” “Luck is on your side. My bride resembles a robot. She just goes through the motions and bends over backward to impress me.” And he starts it up again. “This bride of yours sounds to be quite an equal to you. Not to mention, I have an impression that she keeps you on your toes.” “We’re more similar than you can imagine and even though she’s perfect in so many ways, we have our arguments.”

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.

“I am not who?” “You are not Emerald, are you? You are not the woman I was supposed to marry,” I accused and stared at her face carefully. I knew I would be able to read her once I looked at her. She was like an open book and was so easy to see through. I knew that was going to help me right now. “Did… did you smoke?” She frowned. There was no change in her facial expression. “Where is my bride?” I asked again. “Ah… you must have smoked. I thought you didn’t smoke. Was I wrong then?”

"A man who is also very protective of me, so why would I be so scared?" The way her eyes bore into mine, it gave me strength and confidence I didn't know I needed. This woman was making me feel so much emotions in a few minutes than I've ever felt in years. With every passing day, I realize just how much she means to me. She is mine, my bride, my own. "Bésame, esposa. I want you to kiss me."