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And as the image downloaded, I almost dropped my phone when I saw what it was. A severed bloody hand. . . _____ To all my dear new readers.... This book can be read as a STANDALONE, and for better understanding of the characters you can read BRIDE TO BE, it's completed!! For Antonio Rossi's book, check out: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captîve Romance, also completed. __ For my darlings, who have already read Bride To Be.... who do you think is Mr Wrong???? . Hope you all are ready for the journey ahead and will enjoy it!! Thankyou A. Gupta

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.

She was guided by the ushers to take a seat in the front row which she very much appreciated because it would give her a very clear view. A mini auction show began before the models were to get ready and she watched as the ridiculously rich people bought unreasonable things that she knew would just sit in their houses as a form of decoration. There were very ugly art works from renowned artists, custom designed urns, rare and unique furniture pieces and many more. When a vintage wine collection was dropped on the stand, she thought of Avery immediately and decided to bid for it. Only a dark-skinned man and herself were interested in the wine, but with determination, she bought it for a whoop

Sometimes she would even bring Adonis outside. Today she sat on one of the wooden chairs reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen which had caught her attention when she entered into Adryan's own personal library, growing up Jade had heard many people talk about the book, but being blind she didn't ever get the chance to read it until now. Adonis was sitting on the blanket Jade had spread out for him, his toys seemingly more interesting than anything. - Adryan closed the door to his office, he inhaled and tried to catch the scent of strawberries, and he was successful when he found the lingering scent of strawberries coming from his right, following the scent he came across the outdoor bal

“Come inside.” I didn’t argue. The elevator ride was silent. The kind of silence that buzzed. Back in the penthouse, the bridal suite was everything I had expected and somehow worse. Candlelight flickered across the marble floors, soft music whispered from hidden speakers, and rose petals lay scattered like spilled secrets. A bottle of champagne waited on a silver tray. Two glasses. Crystal, of course. Sebastian walked to the window, his back to me. I remained near the door, my bare feet pressing into the plush carpet.

He was halfway through the infrastructure investment update when the door opened. Everyone looked. Kate Bridgerton walked in. She was twelve minutes late, which was unusual enough that it registered. She was also wearing a charcoal suit that Seris did not recognize, which meant she had bought it recently. Her hair was up. She had a leather folder under one arm and the expression of someone who knew she was late and had decided that how you entered a room mattered more than when. "My apologies," she said, to the room and no one specifically. "Medical situation in the family. I appreciate your patience."

Today made it three years with Evan Crentford – my fiancée, the man I loved with all my heart and who claims he could not live without me. I had practically floated home, already imagining walking through the door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a wide smile. I took a step into the dark home, and… POP! The light turned on instantly, and at the same time, a shower of gold and silver ribbons exploded in my face. I took a deep breath, and gasped. Stumbling back as the cascade of paper and glitter rained on me. For a very brief moment, I was filled with nothing else but joy.

“Chin up. These women can smell uncertainty. And try not to mention that little family of yours.” The next hour blurred into a series of handshakes and careful conversations. I met Mrs. Lydia Kensington, whose husband ran a pharmaceutical empire, and listened as she droned on about her latest wellness retreat in Switzerland. “You must join me next time, Sarah. It does wonders for the complexion, and the disposition. New brides often find the transition... taxing.” “I’m managing,” I said, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. The bubbles tickled my nose, but the alcohol felt necessary.

In that moment, she'd won such a smile from Brock, a smile that she wanted to burn forever into her memory. "Oh, my sweet lass. I wish I could buy every book in the store for you." He didn't say it, didn't tell her that he loved her, but he hadn't shied away, hadn't denied her feelings. That at least was a start. "Let me buy you books instead." She reached for the first title she could find behind him. When she lifted it up, the gilded letters on the spine flashed in the sunlight. "The Lady of the Lake by Sir Walter Scott. He's one of us," Brock declared proudly.

Crystal still looked at her target without taking her eyes off, she watched the whole process of the waiter giving it to him, and him receiving it and opening the piece of paper. But before she could meet his eyes, an unwanted person blocked her view. Crystal, slowly looked up at the person that blocked her view and the faint smile that was on her face was nowhere to be found again, "Weren't you supposed to come up to me as soon as you arrived here?" The so-called fiancee of hers walked over as Crystal sighed. "Can you at least move out of my way... You are blocking my view." She glared at him and tried to look over his shoulder but he blocked her yet again.