Btob Dear Bride Novels & Stories

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.”

I could feel her eyes scanning me from head to toe. “What is your name?” she asked. I looked straight into her old grey eyes. “Krystalina Bobby Ashton,” I said politely. “I will have a chat with you later,” she said, before turning her attention back to her grandson. “A marriage is the union of two souls, a proper ritual. Bride in white and groom in a tuxedo. Marriage is not your legal field, Kittu.” I bit my lip again, trying not to laugh at my husband’s nickname. God, it is so cute. My cute little Kittu.

Father Ryland explained eagerly. I heard a snort and heard Susie's mumbled voice, "You're preaching to the choir, Mister." I glared at her while the council pretended not to have heard her. "How do you look at your bride's spending? Is it greater than her savings?" Deaconess two inquired. I pondered on the question for a while, I spend mostly on groceries and I have a savings box in my house. I know that's archaic and all but it's my life savings only to be opened on my wedding night.

I raised a brow. “Half? All of New York knows! They just want to hear it from you.” “I am not doing any conference till after the wedding.” “Why? Are you worried people will know who the bride is and start to disturb her?” I looked away from Liam and pressed the switched button on the laptop in front of me. I don’t know who is better between him and my dad. Both seem worse, actually. “Hold up, don’t tell me… you are jealous that the world will find your bride beautiful and start pestering her?!” He burst into laughter and I snapped my brows together

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

How on earth could a total stranger hate me? L ater that night, we sat on the deck at the Hub, the sun setting, the burnished radiance lighting the sky, the patio lights on, casting their glow around us. The two tables were full. All the BAM men and their wives were there, relaxing after the busy, happy day. Heather and Reed were on their way to Brazil, Heather’s dream of seeing a rain forest and being able to capture the beauty of the colors herself having been fulfilled by Reed. It was the best wedding gift he could have given her. We sent them to Toronto in a limo, having booked them a honeymoon suite for the night so they were closer to the airport for their early morning departure.