Brother Of Bride Novels & Stories

"Give me the document." I didn't recognize it. My blood went cold anyway. "Don't answer," Aridian breathed. "You don't understand what you're holding," the voice said. I looked down and finally unfolded the document all the way. The first line read: *FINAL DECLARATION OF HAWTHORNE SUCCESSION.* Below it, the grandfather's seal. Then names, listed carefully. *Firstborn surviving son — Aridian Hawthorne.* My breath caught. I kept reading, and under that line was a condition none of us had seen before. My eyes moved down the page, faster now.

"You brat, stop bothering your brother while he's trying to get Julia pregnant, or I'll beat you to death!" I looked at Mom with a bitter smile. I wondered how they could be sure the child would be Philip's if Julia got pregnant, since they forced her to sleep with so many men every day.

Although she's still far from him, he could see how radiant her face was. "Take care of my little sister, she never loved any other man but you," Jack, his best man, told him. "I will," Marty answered reassuringly without taking his eyes off his bride. As she walked down the aisle Christine's eyes were transfixed to the man she loves. Looking gorgeous in his bespoke white wedding suit. His tuxedo highlighted his well built body. Eventually, his bride is before him. "Brother in law, take care of my sister," Ben said while he handed his sister to Marty.

“You don’t?” “None of Myshkin’s usual calling cards were there. The night before my wedding to a woman from the Roríguez cartel…Maybe I’m paranoid, but I think it was meant as a warning.” “Not to go through with the wedding?” I straightened my neck. “Not from our people.” “I wouldn’t rule anyone out.” My brother took his glass to one of the overstuffed armchairs near the fireplace and sat back, stretching out his long legs. “As for the bride, she found me.” His lips curled almost enough for a grin. “Or we found her.”

“That’s what brothers are for, right?” Before I can answer him, Simone calls my name. “Go,” my brother says. “Take care of your bride.” My bride. The woman I’m starting to love so much but can never have. What a cruel trick the universe played on us.

He went on to charm the crowd with his recollection of the beautiful moments (and the stupid ones) from Chris’s love-struck journey, his journey from unrequited love to soul stirring fulfillment. After Adrian, it was Matthias’s turn; although he wasn’t father of the bride, he was no less than a father to her, he was also her eldest uncle. Anderson too would have liked to claim the right to toast as the father of the bride, but how could he arm wrestle his older brother? All he could do was feign magnanimity and let his older brother do the honors, which attracted stifled laughs from the Burke brothers, but the older generation collectively ignored them.

“Felicia! You’re going to be late for the wedding!” my mom called out. “I’m coming, Ma—just a minute!” I scrambled around the room in search of my purse as I ran out of it. Today was my sister’s wedding, and I was so excited for her. She and Ian had been together since high school, and today they were finally getting married. My best friend, Annabel, was downstairs looking stunning and dashing as ever when I got down.

So he decided to use Rose this time. "Yes, you don't have any other work with me now. But I think you should start hunting for a bridegroom now" Jake taunted Rose. Rose frowned when she heard his words. "What nonsense are you talking about? I already have a bridegroom and that's your stepbrother" she said angrily. Jake laughed at her words.

Crystal chandeliers glittered above a long table where they were already waiting. His mother. His brother, Leonardo. And Alessia. “Brayden,” his mother snapped, rising. “Finally. And you bring… this.” Her gaze cut me open like a blade. “Mother.” Brayden pulled out a chair for me. I sat. Alessia leaned forward. “We were just discussing you, Brayden. And your… unusual bride.” His mother’s lips thinned. “Bride? Don’t insult that word. Alessia is your wife. This one is a mistake. My son will soon come to his senses”

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a