Brother Of Bride Novels & Stories

I muttered under my breath, rubbing my face. I should’ve stayed, I should've waited until she woke up. But now she was gone, and I didn't even ask for her name. Idiot. I exhaled sharply and checked the time. My brother’s wedding was today and time was not on my side. I picked up my phone, quickly getting dressed, I adjusted my tie, straightened my cuffs, and checked my watch. It was already late morning hours. I typed out a quick message to Alex. "Hey man, meet you up shortly."

DAMON My best man, Jacobs — a friend from back in the day — stood by my side in the beautiful vineyard at the back of the mansion. Countless friends of my Dads and the Fergusons were seated in front of me, all of them whispering among themselves. Their invitations had simply stated that they were jointly invited by the Kingstons and the Fergusons. A union between a Kingston and a Ferguson. Naturally, most people assumed Marcus would be the groom, and that assumption was never corrected.

He grumbles, but stops, kissing her temple on the way back up. “Fine. I’ll behave.” She chuckles as Claudia and Kai find them with a tall, handsome, broad-shouldered man, younger than she expected for a man named Gerald. “Good morning, are you the bride?” He holds out a hand, and she shakes it warmly, “Unfortunately, this is for a funeral. My brother-in-law passed, and it’s his community’s tradition to have a white funeral.” Gerald nods, and to his credit doesn’t make any further comment.

"Yes, but it'll be a fake marriage. After all, I can't just let it slide after being cheated on. I need some payback." Hearing this, his expression dimmed, but he nodded in agreement. Our wedding proceeded as planned under the terms of the original engagement. On the big day, I walked into the grand hall draped in white lace, my hand resting lightly on Logan's arm. We went through the entire ceremony, and, of course, Norris showed up with Jasmine in tow. His face was a storm cloud of emotions, his expression a mix of resentment and disbelief. I waved at him, my voice gentle as I spoke, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

Isn't she told him that a real bride looks prettier in the actual event when she was young? 'Indeed.' Pairs of eyes glued at the main star as she walked together with Fredd. Minghao and Eugene, the groom and bride's right hands, watched them with solemnity. Eugene does not know exactly what to feel while staring at his younger sister's wedding. He holds no satisfaction but rather, a feel of accomplishment over a hard task. On the other side, Wonwoo, the bride's step-brother, precisely knew his own emotions. This isn't the first time he had his heart broken so he's familiar with this. Nevertheless, he had no choice but to sit back and suppress his pain.

he demanded impatiently, while his brother Breando just watched them with crossed arms, leaning against the stairs. "I have a son with the girl I said I would marry when I turned 18." "The girl you chose, the same one you kept away from your brother, you threw him to another A****n mafia bride?" “But how did that happen if you don't even remember such a situation! “It's a long story, let's say we had an adventure without you knowing.

She wasn’t used to seeing her husband in such a light state. — What is it? she asked, feigning an interest she didn’t entirely feel. — Nathan, my twin brother, is finally coming back! His enthusiasm was palpable. It was as if he was becoming a teenager again just by saying that name. — He returned after spending years traveling abroad. I haven’t seen him in a while, and he has changed a lot. Léa squinted, trying to gather her memories. Nathan. That name floated in her mind like an old, blurry photo, never really seen. She knew he was Thomas's twin, but their paths had never crossed.

He stepped forward into the light, and his blue eyes did not look at the bodies on either side of me, and his face did not change, and when he stopped at the head of the table he did not even glance in my direction. "The tradition is the tradition," he said. "When a husband dies, his brother takes the bride." The patriarch's red eyes lifted to his son. The whole hall went still. And the cold man, looked at his patriarch across the marble and said the words that ended my life and began something far worse. "Father" "She belongs to me now."

A knock broke through my spiraling thoughts. My heart leapt. For a second, I imagined Ethan standing there, breathless and apologetic, ready to explain everything. But it wasn’t him. Richard Westwood, his father, walked in instead. My chest sank. The father of the groom. The billionaire who built the Westwood empire. A man whose smiles always came with an agenda. “Emily,” he said, voice clipped. “We have a situation.” I blinked at him. “What kind of situation?” He hesitated. Richard Westwood never hesitated. That was my first warning.

His father, Don Lorenzo Orlov, sat like a king on his throne — his gaze sharp enough to peel a lie apart. “Princess Luciana. Antonio,” he greeted. “Let us begin.” Antonio and I took our seats opposite him. Roman stayed standing at first, then moved to sit beside his father after a short nod. When Don Orlov finally spoke the words, the air seemed to still. “The wedding will proceed as planned,” he said. “The alliance stands. Only the groom changes.” My hand tightened on the stem of my wine glass. “With all due respect, ” I said softly, “marriage is not an object you can exchange like a chess piece.”