Novel & Cerita Bride Pushes Groom Off Cliff

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

They both read their vows to each other and they exchange rings and the priest says. “You may kiss the bride” they both kiss and soon the church wedding was over and the couple came out of the church taking pictures with family and friends and the priest. Brianna drove to the scene where She burn Evelyn and the driver in the car and she peep into the valley and she could see the car down the valley, the valley is so deep that no one can even come out of it. She stood looking around the valley maybe there is an escape route but there is no escape route and she stood in confusion.

I mean he bought a whole Island and a yacht. We had a spa session then in the evening, we hosted a bonfire wine party. We had to invite more girls to the island paying for their flights as well. It was fun spending money I didn't raise a hand to work for, Asphalt is such a blessing to me. “Congratulations, Janet, your husband is so loving. He must really want you to be the best bride of the year," one of the guests praised while I smiled at them. “So when is the wedding?," Another woman asked to join the circle.

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. Gasps erupted. Phones lifted. Someone whispered, “Is this a stunt?” My mother stood in shock. My father looked down, ashamed. Reaching out, Clarissa took Liam's hand. “You have always wanted to get a dramatic entrance” she said, barely audible but loud enough for me to hear. In a split second, Liam grabbed her into his arms and kissed her. On the altar. In my dress. On the day that was supposed to belong to me. The crowd didn’t know what to do. Applaud? Mourn? Some clapped awkwardly. Others recorded. A few turned to look at me, unsure whether t

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 burst out laughing, and she did the same. After a few minutes, the driver behind us screamed to stop and reversed the car. My breath caught when a car suddenly pulled up in front of me, blocking its path. A group of men emerged from the car, their movements menacing and deliberate. They walked right up to the gorgeous wedding car I have been eyeing. When one of them jerked the door open, mayhem broke out. The bride was dragged out in her immaculate white gown. They pushed her into their car despite her protests and cries, as if it were the most commonplace thing in the world.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hit me like a slap. My hands shook inside the white lace gloves as Alexander Voss slid the heavy gold band onto my finger. Not Sophia's. Mine. I forced a smile for the hundreds of eyes watching us. The cathedral smelled of expensive flowers and even more expensive perfume. Cameras flashed nonstop. "You may kiss the bride," the officiant said with a proud smile. Alexander leaned in. His grey eyes locked on mine for the first time up close. For one second I thought he might actually do it. Then something shifted in his face. His jaw tightened. He pressed a quick, cold kiss to my cheek instead.

I looked down at the screen, my heart stopped beating, The bold, black text of the headline seemed to jump out at me EXCLUSIVE: THE BILLION-DOLLAR MARRIAGE SHAM. LEAKED RECORDING PROVES ANASTASIA BLACK AND DAMIEN VANCE ARE IN A SURROGATE BRIDE CONTRACT TO SECURE FAMILY INHERITANCE. I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat. Beneath the headline was an audio play bar. I pressed play with a numb finger. The audio started with static, and then my own voice cut through the speaker, clear and sharp.

Angel slid into the booth across from me with her bag. “How’d you know it was me?” I asked. “You could only see my back.” “I’m amazing,” she said proudly. Angel was one of my only real friends in New York. We both worked at the same restaurant. She had pale skin, bright peroxide hair, and the fragile look of a porcelain doll—except she was secretly strong enough to move the restaurant fridge by herself. “What’s going on?” she asked. I shrugged. “Maria finally kicked me out.” Angel snorted. “I knew it. That slimy boyfriend of hers probably pushed her into it.”

Lorrie violently gasped, her knees nearly giving out. "If you choose to save your sweet bride's mother... the skyscraper's countdown expires and the entire corporate tower collapses into rubble," Amelia detailed, her laughter ringing hollowly through the speakers. "If you choose to save the tower... the mother perishes instantly. A delightful paradox, wouldn't you say?" Then, she leaned closer to the camera lens, her eyes wide with a manic, unhinged intensity. "Oh... and there is one final, magnificent variable I managed to secure for our little family reunion."