Bride Story Novels & Stories

After the farewell, Everyone would go to NY directly for Porishma's and Davish's Christian wedding. "Here is your Saree and jewelry. Your husband bought this all for you", aunt Asha said and put the packets on her bed. "Get ready and wake him too", Aunt Asha said and left them alone. Porishma's heart thumped unknowingly as she looked at Davish who was holding her protectingly. *** Fifteen Days Later:- {NY} The bride was looking beautiful in her white bridal gown. She was staring at herself. Her baby bump was huge. She was in her fifth month of pregnancy.

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

“We don’t have time for these old stories, so stop getting me sidetracked.” Nikolai decided not to remind her that it was he who first talked the old stories, not him. “Yes, your bride-to-be is gone,” Beatrice said, her voice tight with anger and maybe a little bit of disappointment. “She ran away— eloped last evening shortly after we all retired for the night.” She frowned and made a sound of outrage. “With her boyfriend apparently who is a lieutenant in the Army! Or should I say a former lieutenant? I should hope he’ll be court-martialed after pulling this stunt.”

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

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.

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

She decided to change the topic "The wedding went well." "Yes, it did," Camilla replied "Be a good girl and tell me all about it." Camilla knew that the cost of such a call would be high, but for today she would be extravagant and not panic about it. She told her mother about her fairy tale wedding, the wedding she had hoped to have with Nick in Brazil. She narrated how they said their wedding vow and how her first dance with her husband was the best dance of her life, the perfect toast before they drank their campaign and ate their first meal as husband and wife.

"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 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."

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