Bride's Side Beauty Novels & Stories

The day I caught Joel Kemper in bed with another woman, she slashed up her own face. Joel pulled her tightly into his arms, refusing to let me see her no matter how hysterical I got. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at me. "This is all my fault, Valerie. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I'm begging you. Don't go after her." After that day, Joel gave up every shred of privacy. He handed over his phone every day and even installed hidden cameras throughout his car. If a female patient so much as texted him, I would question him over and over, and he never once complained. He went along with everything, asking only that I take him back. Then, three days before our we

Sofia’s eyes lit up. The dress was a stunning deep red, its satin fabric smooth and flowing. The fitted bodice hugged her curves, featuring intricate gold embroidery that shimmered under the soft lighting. The off-the-shoulder sleeves draped gracefully over her arms, and the skirt cascaded to the floor in elegant folds, with a subtle slit on one side. “It’s perfect,” Sofia whispered, running her fingers over the delicate fabric. Damien smirked. “I thought so.” One of the dressers stepped forward, guiding her toward an adjoining room. “Come, Miss. Let us help you get ready.”

The final touch was placing the veil. "You're done, my sister," Emma declared, leading Isabel in front of the mirror. The moment Isabel saw her reflection, she was taken aback. Today, she felt prettier than ever. Flaws and imperfections were still there, but the bridal attire seemed to transform them into a unique kind of beauty. Tears welled up in Isabel's honey brown eyes as the reality sank in. "Isabel?" her mother Jenna's voice called from behind. Turning around, Isabel saw her mom smiling through tears. She hesitated before asking, "Am I looking okay, Mom?"

She looked at me as though I were a living goddess. She immediately made a decision on the spot. "The wedding must be arranged immediately. The sooner, the better," Susan declared. "I want Claire to officially become part of our family as soon as possible, so she can help him recover and secure his future." She turned to me, and her eyes brimmed with unbearable gratitude and hope. "Don't worry. I will handle all the wedding arrangements myself. I'll make sure it's a grand affair. Our family will never treat you with anything less than the utmost respect."

Who are you to me? Something shifted in his eyes. For a moment, composure gave way to something raw. “You are Bliss,” he said firmly. “My bride.” The word struck like cold water. Bride. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her head shook, the denial instinctive, though she could not remember enough to be certain. Still, the thought of being someone’s bride, of belonging to a man she could not recall, made her chest tighten with dread. “You do not remember,” he said quietly, his jaw tense. “It will return. Until then, I will keep you safe.”

I stand with a glass of wine in hand and watch Alera. She’s dancing barefoot in the sand, with her dress hem lifted, the twins clinging to her hands as they spin in wide circles. Their laughter cuts through the music. She’s smiling for real with them. For a moment, she doesn’t look like my bride bound by contract, but just a regular bride, enjoying her reception. “Congratulations, sir.” I glance sideways. It's Francesca, her blond hair is swept back. She looks really good in her gold dress. “On what?” I ask drily.

Without the shoes, the bride couldn’t leave with the groom. Aveline grinned. "Sounds fun." "Wow, the bride looks stunning!" came an excited voice from the bedroom. Everyone stood up and walked over, only to be greeted by the sight of Selena, the beautiful bride, sitting elegantly on the bed. Her intricate headpiece sat perfectly atop her head, and her makeup was refined and regal. Her posture was naturally straight, and her beauty left everyone in awe. Maria handed her a small box and smiled. "This is my wedding gift to you. It’ll go perfectly with your outfit today."

Even the ugliest girl in the village wouldn't consider marrying Tom Quinn. My parents used the bride price from Mark to prepare a decent dowry for my sister. Tom couldn't provide anything, so naturally, I had nothing. My sister sat on the bed, humming a tune and admiring her new clothes and hair ribbons. I tried to warn her: "That Mark Johnson isn't a good man."

I took a quick glance at my mother and then looked at him again. “Is it?” I asked unconsciously and then bit my lower lips. What was I saying? The way I was acting was practically giving me away. Can you just get a grip on yourself already, Sapphire? “Okay, let’s try this on you now.” I breathed out in relief as soon as the designer entered and said. “Could you stay outside for a moment while the bride tries on her dress? I know you probably can’t wait to see her in the dress also,’’ she teased.

But I could barely see him as a result of my thick veil. If not for father, I bet I would have missed my step and fallen flat on my face. As I neared the alter, I began getting a clearer vision of my groom which seized my breath. His face was distinct, oddly familiar the more closer I got to him. It seemed like I had seen him before. Fear infused itself in me the moment I stepped on the alter. "My beautiful bride, I have been waiting for you" he lowly said, pulling of my veil. At that fleeting moment, my jaws went unhinged and ajar as I stared right at him.