Btob Dear Bride Novels & Stories

*** The next morning, Elaine's heart swelled with excitement as she walked through the doors of the elegant bridal boutique. She was about to witness a milestone moment in her dear friend Cassandra's life, the selection of her wedding dress. Cassandra was getting married in just a week, and Elaine couldn't wait to share in her joy. The boutique was a dreamland of lace, silk, and tulle. Gowns of every shape and style adorned the racks, each more beautiful than the last. Elaine's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked around, imagining Cassandra in the perfect dress.

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.

Branden kept a straight face and let them keep searching. As long as his wife was happy, nothing else mattered. Today was his big wedding day, and the only thing to consider was Catherine's feelings. Everything else didn't matter at all. After they searched for about half an hour, Catherine started to feel a bit tired and spoke up. "Still haven't found it?" Triston quickly caught on and said, "How about the bridesmaid giving us a hint?" When business came knocking, Zobber naturally couldn't miss out. "I can give a hint. Fifty thousand dollars for each bridesmaid."

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

~The day you pledge a lifelong commitment to your significant other. It will never be forgotten.~ Bridgette was the first client at this upscale beauty salon she frequented on Friday evening. “Diane, make me stunning! I have a groom to steal.” “Girl, with your looks, that should be easy to do. But you can always be his mistress if you can’t stop him from marrying her.” They both laughed. “I've got to be the wife or nothing else with this one. The man is stunningly hot and stupidly rich!”

The client caught the flicker in Travis’s eyes and glanced toward the server. “Mr. Luther, do you know that woman who just walked past?” Travis’s dark gaze stayed calm, his tone flat. “No.” Satisfied, the client leaned in with a conspiratorial air. “Then let me tell you something. Word is, a tycoon just arrived in Wellford. He’s offering three hundred million as a bride price—wants to marry into a respectable family to improve the next generation’s genes. I heard he rented out a private suite here to meet the candidates. That woman just now… she’s probably one of them.”

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.

Below the stage, a flower girl was tugging on her mother's hand as she exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! It's just like in the picture books!" The emcee was certainly thrilled as well as he shouted into the mic, "Beloved guests, allow me to make the introductions once more—our groom, Mr. Christopher Bolton, CEO of Bolton Enterprise, and his blushing bride to be, the famous dancer Talia Stewart! It's certainly no exaggeration to say that they are a match made in heaven! Don't you agree?!" He was certainly clever in directing the atmosphere with his emotional yet unexaggerated words, pointing the mic at the crowd as he reached the climax.

“Bride to Be” is printed in sparkling font on Scarlett’s bright white sash. Although she’s already had numerous bridal showers and even a bachelorette party, Sheila, Scarlett’s older sister, decided we all needed girl-time tonight. She also decided that the best place to do that would be down the street from where the guys are holding Kurt's bachelor party.

Oh my heart is pounding and on the verge of bursting. “Hello beautiful I heard there’s a soon to be bride here tonight needing a strip tease have you seen her?” The guy says to me. Oh my lord kill me now and bring me back to life baby I say to myself. Suddenly I hear Sabrina’s loud ass voice. “Yes Sir hunky butts this lady right here is getting married this weekend and needs some eye candy before she gets hitched. She says while pointing at me. “Well hello Miss Shelly I’m Brian and I’m at your service tonight baby girl.” Brian says I mentally can myself because damn it just rose another fifty degrees here.