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Hopefully. “The last claimed bride is . . .” she turned her whole body to watch us and let a pause settle over the room, most likely to draw out the suspense, but instead, she was highlighting my shame. “Blaire Ashbourne. Step on up darling, come claim your man.” She paused and tilted her head at the paper again, “Fredrick Marlowe. Come claim your man. Blaire, you’ve been bought by Fredrick Marlowe of the Ice Peak pack. Fred come snag your woman so we can all get the ceremony underway.”

It had taken me hours to decipher even a few pages, my fingers trembling with each turn as if the ink itself was judging me. But I had finally found something. A way to undo it. The curse. A reverse ritual. A way to sever the Bride’s Bond and escape this nightmare. My blood, willingly given. My body, willingly seated. In the Bride’s Throne. Before midnight of the third night. And tonight… was the third night. I pressed my hand against the page, rereading the phrase over and over: “She who breaks the vow must bleed her truth where the first bride wept.” A chill slithered down my back.

It's one of a kind in the entire world. "You want to swap dresses with me? Are you trying to provoke Charles into thinking his future sister-in-law has no manners? Or what—did you fall for him the moment you saw him and now want him to become your next online obsession, spreading your 'legendary deeds' across the internet? "By then, not even the Cale family will be able to protect you." Veronica was left speechless, her face twisted with resentment as she glared at me. … Three days later, Veronica's wedding and mine were held at the same hotel.

"Madam, sorry, you should read it." Beverley looked suspiciously at the man. She lowered her gaze and looked at the words, 'Special Rules for Unwanted Marriage by Mr. Oliver'. "…." Hell. This is hell!

The flowers were perfect. That was the only thing going right. I had been awake since four in the morning making sure that the roses with just enough blush to look romantic without being loud, greenery that didn't overpower, ribbon tied the way Vivienne had shown me three times on a YouTube video she'd sent at midnight. Everything was perfect. The bride just wasn't here. Her text came at 6:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Aria. I can't do it. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

Surprisingly, a bride can get drunk on her wedding day, indeed Drake has his hands full, somehow I felt like it's was karma teaching him a lesson after he left and went his separate ways. Hence, seeing how deplorable the Bride looked, I have got to get her sober, if I don't want to lose my job. Quickly I pulled her up from the ground she was seated drowning herself in alcohol, pushed her into the bathroom, and flushed the whole dizziness from her eyes. I could hear her barf inside the toilet, it got to a point her it felt like she was choking, urgh! Elijah bride is such a handful, wonder how he would survive getting married to her, well! It shouldn't bother me because I ain't the one gettin

The whole church quieted down, anticipating the moment when the bride would step in. Brielle, Cora and the other bridesmaids walked down the aisle before it was finally Brae's turn. She was holding onto William's arm in a solid grasp who looked down at her with a kind smile. As she started walking all eyes were on her. Brae was the one who had chosen 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri to be played at her wedding . A faint smile graced Brae's lips on thinking how the song was appropriate to express her feelings.

“Like maybe she has hidden it away and plans to spring fatherhood on me while I’m walking down the aisle with another woman?” Sniffling, Brea stared him in the eyes. “Yes.” “You’re serious?” “Serious as a Bride To Be who needs closure on the first Bride That Was.” She crossed her arms over her ample chest. Cole stood up and crossed his arms over his chest too, as though he was ready to stand his ground. “Well, I won’t go talk to her alone. That would be wrong on all accounts. So, you…Miss Bride To Be better get up and get dressed.”

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

THE BRIDE OF THE CENTURY ••Luciana•• The mirror throws my reflection back at me like a joke I never agreed to. I asked firmly and clearly for something simple. A soft curl here, a light touch of makeup there. Something that said I’m present, not I’m the main attraction in a royal circus. Yet here I stand, looking like the bride of the century.