Brother Of Bride Novels & Stories

My father’s angry voice boomed in the lounge. “Dad! Ares is my brother and how can I got married without my brother. He will be my bestman and I want him to attend this marriage. I have already invited him on this occasion,” Rowan’s pleading voiced echoed and It seems like he will start begging for our father’s permission if he have to.

I'm starting to think you're the one getting married today. Yeah you heard me right married, Mom and aunt gave me the privilege to let our induction come in form of a wedding to make my dream come through. Awn awn, sorry baby just excited my little boy is getting married and taking over the throne today. Oops, forgot to mention to you guys. My Mason will be taking over the throne tonight as well. I was only teasing you aunt Fel. I said smiling. "And why is the bride not ready yet?" My annoying brother said walking deeper into the room.

He promised me to keep him away from me only for this to happen. “How would I know what that crazy man thinks?” They all look at me with shocked expressions but only Kayl asks is able to put his thoughts into words. “You call the prince a crazy man?”he asks. “Sounds like a married couple already,” adds wittily. “Kayl!” Brothers are really irritating. He laughed before apologising. “I am sorry, sis. You can be stubborn all you want but you accepted the diadem of Hawaii. That means that you are engaged to him.”

That was the point. I didn’t RSVP or announce my arrival. I slipped in like a ghost, just another man in a crowd of polished, pretentious socialites who clinked glasses and smiled with teeth too white and eyes too hollow. I’ve planned this for weeks. To witness the beginning of my brother’s so-called fairy-tale and then destroy it, piece by piece. I’ve envisioned walking up to Damien with a smirk on my face, telling him in vivid detail how I’d spent a night tangled up with his bride. The woman he was parading around like a trophy.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

My evil brother violated my wife on my wedding night. And both my parents were accomplices! I was unable to imagine how desperate Esther had been! In an instant, I was filled with boundless hatred. At that moment, another message popped up on her phone. I tapped on it hurriedly. It was an examination report from the hospital. It turned out that she was already one month pregnant at that time! I wanted to slap myself to death. As a husband, I didn't realize it until then. What had I done? However, my unborn child, in the end, was also tragically killed in a conspiracy devised by my parents and my brother.

“Maybe. “ I say and finally, spot my box of cigarettes. I pick up one and light it. I take a very deep inhale and Max argues. “What do you mean maybe?!” “All I am saying is this is in the past. She is married to Conor now. “ “Yeah, it would be really shitty if you were both in love with the same woman, wouldn’t it?” My brother says. “Yeah,...” Imagine that. I think bitterly. “MAX!” A girl yells over the phone, “We are waiting for you, come on!” “Coming!” My brother yells. “Sorry about this, “

They are not the best but I still love them both dearly. Father held out his arm and I entwined mine with his. Isabella handed me my bouquet of white lilies then we walked through the double doors and into the chapel. I fidget and almost skip a step at the flashes of camera that came over us all at once. Father must have sensed this as he bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear the organist play Here comes the bride. "It only gets awkward at first. Try to smile and you'll be fine" he said.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

My soul drifted in the air, coldly watching the wedding that was supposed to be mine take place. All eyes were focused on the center stage at the wedding venue. My sister, Sonia Quade, dressed in the wedding gown meant for me, was saying heartfelt vows to my fiancé, Yoseph Caldwell. "Nia is finally happy now!" My parents kept murmuring in the audience as their eyes reddened with emotion. Amid the crowd's cheers, the newlyweds beamed with happiness as they shared what they claimed were cherished memories.