Novel & Cerita Btob Dear Bride

“Come on, Bea. We are not going there for that asshole Debock. We are going to have fun and meet people. Gosh, I think my i***a is gonna crash. I’m going to make more followers on that day by sharing the live updates. This might just be the big break that I’m waiting for. Come on, Bea. No one in that family is going to get married again. This is like a lifetime opportunity. Well, except you choose to accept Debock’s offer.” “That’s not funny! And please stop with your sudden obsession to grow your social media account. I’m not going for any wedding so you better take your mind off it.” “What can I do to bribe you?” “I should probably end the call.” “No babe. Don’t shut me out. Please.” “If t

As the make-up artist of the bride, Arabella had to stay for some minor retouches until the wedding was over. “Wow! One lucky girl. Ms. Brittany Taylor will be married to a billionaire. She had everything now!” One of the cleaners in the room said. “Yeah! You are right! I hope I could also find my prince charming as handsome as Ms. Brittany’s groom.” Another cleaner replied as she giggled.

SOMETHING BORROWED: A bride must complete her outfit by wearing something that is not hers. Suggestions would be a tiara, hair clips, gloves, jewelry, and the list goes on and on. Astrid. My heart pounded in my chest. But I knew that I shouldn’t panic. This was Bryan! He was one of my best friends before we decided to become more than friends. I knew him. Once in his life, I loved him. And he loved me. He will never hurt me physically… or will he?

She stops in front of me, that unreadable smile still in place. "You're the bride." Her accent is British, refined. "How lovely." "Thank you." I set down my champagne, every instinct screaming danger. "I don't think we've met." "No, we haven't. I'm Evelyn Rowe." She extends a perfectly manicured hand. "I used to be engaged to your husband." The world tilts. She sits in the chair Lucien just vacated, crossing her legs elegantly. Her perfume is expensive. Everything about her screams wealth, breeding, belonging.

She was the only one I could have a meaningful conversation with. Not one to be stingy with good friends, I picked out the most extravagant bridal gown in the store for her wedding in the future. The retail assistant processed the transaction with thrill and chattered away. “Sir, you must love your wife a lot. It reminds me of the romance between Mr. Bartone and Ms. Watt. They grew up together, and he came back years later from abroad to take her hand. It’s like a fairy tale.” I spotted the clip playing on the retail assistant’s phone, knowing what she was talking about.

A blurry selfie filled the screen. Her giant grin mssing tooth. The flower crown tilted badly. Caption: “You better come early, latest bride.” A laugh escaped me before emotion hit immediately after. I loved them so much. Another notification appeared beneath it. News article. “THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR: Leo Williams and Kiara Mitchell, Set To Marry Today In Switzerland.” I stared at the headline too long. Then another one. “From Scandal To Soulmates?” And another. “Billionaire Redemption Story Captivates The Internet.”

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

*** 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.

The dare, the contract, the careful distance, and the betrayals and battles that followed all pressed gently at the edges of her awareness as she felt the full weight of how far they had come. “I do,” Emma said, her voice steady despite the emotion rising in her chest. Mr. Preston’s smile deepened. “And do you, Ace Blacke, take Emma Ocean to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Ace never looked away from her, not for a second. “I do,” he replied. “Then by the power vested in me,” Mr. Preston said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”