Bullied Bride Novels & Stories

It doesn’t mean anything” I tell myself repeatedly as we start walking. We met the lawyers signed the required documents and in a few minutes, we were named husband and wife. Lily started clapping and smiling when the officiant said, “You can now kiss the bride” “Why” I shouted in my head.” We are not supposed to kiss” I thought to myself. I looked at Colton and saw him moving closer. I didn’t know when I closed my eyes until I felt his lips on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and stared at his. His dark eyes stared at me like he was mesmerized that I was his wife or something.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

I listed out all the times I was stood up and humiliated. I suppressed the urge to cry as I said coldly, “Today is the day I’m finally getting married, and you’re still going to destroy it? Brandon, you’re evil.” At that moment, Brandon froze. He did not even know what he was doing. The security guards captured him and chased him out of the wedding venue. The church was surrounded by security guards, so no one else could enter. “Get out of my way!” Brandon pounded on the shut door. “Let me in!”

I could only force down the discomfort I felt and thank them in stiff tones, even though the only thought running through my mind then was how much I wanted to be standing here with Susanna instead. Elena's father walked her down the aisle, their pace slow and measured. Diamonds adorned the snow-white wedding dress she wore, and the tiara atop her head sparkled brilliantly. I was well aware that I should be stepping forward to accept my "bride", but it was as though my feet had turned to lead, pinning me in place. All the while, my gaze was focused on a spot somewhere in the distance—in the direction of the villa where Susanna and I lived.

But even as the amber liquid burned down my throat, all I could taste was her. Asaraiah Kaine. My little bride. My distraction. My curse.

She twisted my arm behind my back, forcing a cry of pain from my throat, and slammed me face-first into the mud. ‎ ‎"Pathetic!" Vexa yelled to the crowd. "Is this Magnus's bride? Is this the future Luna? She fights like a rabbit!" ‎ ‎I gasped for air, mud filling my mouth. I spat it out, coughing. Rage, hot and blinding, flared in my chest. ‎ ‎Get up, I told myself. Do not let her win. ‎ ‎I pushed myself up. Vexa was laughing, her back turned to play to the crowd.

the girl stammered. "What happened next?" Liam asked impatiently. "The group of people took the bride away," the bewildered girl replied. "I tried to stop them, but one of them attacked me, making me unconscious." "Oh, poor Mila, my daughter," the woman sobbed loudly, her husband trying to console her. "Don't worry, we will find Mila."

Upon further investigation, the truth was even more horrifying. It turned out I was actually one of the lucky ones in their twisted wedding customs. Five years ago, a girl who refused to participate in the wedding games was locked in a barn. In the middle of the night, a bull went wild and trampled her hands, leaving them so damaged they had to be amputated. And among those who participated in that incident was none other than Zac. I initially just wanted to make Zac pay a hefty price for his business dealings, but I did not realize he was such a complete piece of trash.

According to the village custom, during the bride heist, the groom's friend would charge in first to seize the bride. The bride was supposed to resist, struggle, and fight with everything she had to keep from being carried off. This was called "the tussle". The fiercer the tussle and the harder she fought, the more it proved her worth. The groom's side had to give it everything they got to carry her away. The fists flew, the shoves were real, and every blow found its mark.

A single tear cascaded through the thick white powder that covered Caelia’s cheeks, its path ending as it stained the pristine fabric of her off-white wedding dress. She flinched as the cruel maid struck her knuckles with a wooden stick, the sharp sting briefly drowning out the dread that gnawed at her soul. A part of her longed for the pain to grow, to consume her entirely, or a fatal wound that would save her from her fate that evening.