Bride's Side Beauty Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re beautiful,” Beth said, chuckling. “I can’t believe the brothers’ ideas worked.” Sakura cocked her head to one side as she studied herself in the full-length mirror. Yes, it worked all right; she had to admit that. Her bridesmaid’s dress was elegant. The light blue suited her skin perfectly. It was short and draped to one side of her waist, and from there, the lacy material extended over her left shoulder, falling down her back. Her hair was high on her head, enhancing her swanlike neck and oval face. Her makeup was natural, with a hint of rosy blush on her cheekbones and bright pink lipstick on her lips.

Her waist length hair had been braided expertly by her mother who had taught her how to whilst equally infusing emerald and golden rhinestones as well as white baby breath flowers within the curls loose flowing curls and the braids. Her makeup had been done by both her mother and grandmother who had stuck to neutral tones. Mascara, a light dusting of golden eye shadow to keep in tone with her outfit, light pink blush to give her cheeks some color and some gloss for her lips. She didn't need much, though. Only enough to enhance her beauty which was saying something considering how flawless she already looked. "It almost seems as if we are giving you away on your wedding day or your coronation

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

"You can only go to the underworld to see her." Mom's smirk froze as Dad's expression turned grim. I floated behind Alex as I looked at his straight back, my heart aching. Mom's shock quickly faded as she commented disdainfully, "Ridiculous! To avoid going home for an arranged marriage and to get money from me, she even lied about her own death. She's really got some nerve!" Seeing how confident they were that I was lying, I only found it ridiculous. At the same time, it seemed only natural that they could not believe it. They only remembered me at this point in time to make me marry in Kelly's place.

She crushed it un‌der he‌r design⁠er h‌eel, grindin​g it into t​he dirt until it was n​othing but plastic dus⁠t. "Now," she sa‌id,⁠ lo​oking‍ at h‍er gua⁠rd‌s. "Finish‍ it.‌ Make it look‌ lik⁠e a murder-⁠suicide. The broken​-h⁠earted bride kills the billionaire⁠ and then h⁠ers​elf.‌ A tragic end to a tragi‍c s‍tory."

"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.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

Why now? I must be so ugly for him, huh? I clenched my fist. We stopped in front of beautiful ladies, probably a dozen of them who was swooning over my master. He looked at them with a smile, and placed a kiss on their hands. Wow. He should kiss their feet too. They were all fair, and beautiful than I ever was probably. I clenched my fist. I hope they get hives. Right. "Meet the beautiful muses of Doria, Sol. My muses, this is Lady Sol, my blood bride."

With her skillful hands, she successfully molded Angeline into an ethereal fairy. Soon, news about the bride’s dazzling beauty spread like wildfire. When it entered Jay and Zayne’s ears, it took on a totally different form—‘The bride looks as beautiful as an ethereal fairy, one that no one can compare to.’