Bride Of The Living Dummy Novelas e Histórias

But Mr Giovanni did not even look her way and somehow that terrified everyone more. "Who exactly is dead" Mr Giovanni asked to confirm "your wife sir...she died to save the child and she gave her last words that I deliver to you personally sir" Mr D said looking at Mr Giovanni. The doctor's voice cracked halfway but Giovanni simply stared at him quietly and for a brief second even the mighty Don himself seemed disconnected from reality as though his mind refused to process the information properly. His wife dead? The woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayal and war?

My gaze was sharp as a blade, forcing her to keep shrinking backward. "Chloe, I'm genuinely curious. Can you teach me how a bride who never left the camera frame for even one second, in front of one hundred and fifty thousand people...managed to project her soul out of her body, teleport to the second-floor lounge, and pin you against the wall?" On screen, the comments were scrolling like a blizzard. [CALL THE POLICE. Arrest this lying fake-ass bitch.] [The bride was interacting with us the whole time. She didn't even go to the bathroom. Are you saying she assaulted her using telepathy?]

"Enough with the nonsense. Hurry up and get dressed. Lex is already waiting downstairs." With that, my mother yanked me out of bed. Once I got in the car, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I didn't open them again until the car pulled into a remote alley on the outskirts of town. We had arrived at the bridal shop Veronica had chosen. The moment we walked in, she pointed to a wedding dress and smiled. "Catherine, this one suits you best. Go try it on." Numbly, I let the sales assistant lead me into the fitting room.

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

I couldn't even breathe. "What?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. I turned slowly. Lucia stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed, a look of pure, satisfied triumph on her face. She looked as if she enjoyed watching my world crumble. "I said," Lucia repeated, her voice very clear, "that your loving husband has been fucking another woman." She took a slow step toward me, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Do you want to see the proof, or are you too naive to handle the truth?"

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.

News of my marriage to Charlie spread quickly, and soon the entire upper circle was buzzing. Everyone was waiting for the drama to unfold. On the day of the wedding, the Quirrel and Gillan families had booked the same hotel. Both our ballrooms were located at opposite ends, separated only by the central courtyard. "Look at her. She's marrying a man on his deathbed. It's obvious she's just after his money," someone said. I turned and saw Adrian leaning heavily on a cane. His complexion was sallow, and his eyes were sunken deep into their sockets. He looked like a walking skeleton.

“We are done, babe. Finito!” “Why are we in a temple of sin looking at fabric triangles that wouldn’t cover a damn nipple?” I finally look at her, sitting on a red velvet couch with her legs crossed, but her eyes are buried in her phone. “It’s not a triangle, Zara. Look at the strap work on this one.” I point at the intricate crisscross of silk on the dummy. “It’s… architectural.” “You’re getting married in front of a priest tomorrow. What do you need this for? To give Adam a heart attack during the vows?”

Then, he slapped me across the face several times. My cheeks instantly swelled up, my mouth filling with blood. "Lock the door! Cut off her water and food! It'd be better if she died. Don Volsi will just think a dog has died." Pain and hunger consumed me. If I didn't work, they'd continue to torture me. Sofia came by once. She looked down at me from above, every word she spoke a fatal blow. "I have good news for you. Riccardo and I are about to get engaged. The wedding will be the talk of the entire mafia circle in Littoria, and I'll soon be the rightful Donna Volsi.

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."