Bullied Bride Novels & Stories

She choked back a gasp of physical pain, her fingers trembling violently in his iron grip. In the heavy, echoing quiet of the cathedral, a soft, delicate laugh rang out. Julia Lee. She covered her mouth with a manicured hand, her shoulders shaking with silent, cruel amusement. Within moments, the surrounding pews erupted into a wave of suppressed titters and mocking murmurs about the bride who was ‘too fat for a King diamond.’ Darel released her hand immediately, wiping his palm against his trousers as if her touch had contaminated him. The priest cleared his throat quickly. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

The cathedral doors burst open. Dozens of armed men stormed inside. One old man shouted, “Kill the cursed bride!” The young warrior immediately drew his sword. “No one touches my wife!” Steel clashed. Blood covered the cathedral floor. Flames consumed the altar. The bride cried while holding him. “I’m sorry…” He smiled weakly. “You promised…” He whispered. “…you’d find me again.” Everything dissolved into darkness. ⸻ Present Alessio gasped violently. He fell to one knee.

"She was taken back by her parents because her sister needed a kidney. And since then, she was constantly bullied by them—they walked over her however they wanted." “Not only that…” She looked at me cautiously, as if whatever she was about to say would push me over the edge. I narrowed my eyes. "Not only what?" Adele swallowed, then met my gaze. "She was forced to become a substitute bride for her sister." Silence. Then, something inside me snapped. How dare they.

he said as Lemuel came to sit across him. “Well, here’s the short story. There’s a girl who was about to get married. Her bullies from way back caught up with her, pretending to have changed and organized a bridal shower for her. They ended up drugging her, strapping her to a chair and making a stripper dance all over her while they took pictures and sent them to her fiancé using her phone.” “Aww, that’s just awful. The fiancé must have been mad.”

Witnessing the assassin and the Second Prince battle throughout the chambers, the bride was on the floor panting. “Stay back. I will handle this person to interfere with this majesty’s wedding night.” The Second Prince said, wanting to handle the assassin himself, but suddenly, there was a squealing from the bride as she convulsed and moved with a powerful shaking. This was the bounding and illusion eroding to reveal the true form of the bride, shocking everyone in the room, making the two men stop fighting and observing the change happen.

Vanessa blocked our way, cooing into the phone, "Babe, some guy named Chris Lopez says I bullied his sister and wants to kill me. Come save me!" Clarence's voice crackled through. "Who has got the guts to mess with you? Where are you?" "At the bridal shop you opened for me," Vanessa replied, her eyes gleaming with malice. "He says he'll make the Thompsons pay." Clarence paused. "Who? Chris Lopez?" "Yes." Vanessa raised her chin. "He is with Kimberly, and he says..." "No way!" Clarence's voice spiked with disbelief. "You fought with Chris? You sure it's him?"

" I dug my fingernails into my palms as my heart throbbed painfully. In the room, I looked around the crowd of mocking faces and perfectly understood that this was a scene specially staged by Adeline and Tracie, all to make me the laughingstock of Crisea and please Everett. They were certain I would flee like a coward, but I wasn't going to let them have it their way. I walked up, knelt on one knee before the bride, and pulled out a ring. "Will you marry me?" For a moment, dead silence fell over the room before Adeline's rage and Tracie's panic followed. Adeline rushed forward and yanked me up. "Have you lost your mind, Aston? Are you serious about marrying a widowed fishmonger?

And Cherry on the top, my bride had three possessive brothers. 'But I am ready to fight with everyone if at the end of everything my prize is my human bride.', I thought but the biggest problem was still not mentioned above. 'Will my bride accept me for what I am and will she leave her family, siblings, her living body, and her world to be with me?' . . I couldn't stop myself from staring at her. She looked kind of cute with her round chubby cheeks and her doe eyes. I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect.