Carry Bridal Style

On the third anniversary of our engagement, my fiancé—Dominic Corleone, heir to one of the most powerful Mafia dynasties in New York—told me he was not ready to form a new family so that our wedding would have to postpone. I told myself to wait for some time, the bond between the Corleones and the Valentinos—our families’ sacred alliance—would hold us together. But what followed were his endless betrayals and tortures. I walked into a bridal boutique and saw him laughing with Liliane, the childhood friend who always lingered too close. I watched him destroy the wedding gown I had spent months designing—then crush my hand beneath his heel until it bled. And when I thought I had hit rock bottom, he proved I was wrong—by getting behind the wheel and running me down. He thought I’d beg and cling to him, terrified of losing the Corleone name and privilege that came with it. But instead, I made one phone call and insisted firmly on canceling the engagement. However, that call didn’t just end a marriage arrangement. It unearthed a secret that had been buried for over a decade…and turned a marriage born of duty into a story of dark devotion.

Today, I am going to marry the man I love, Damon Mark Olson. We didn’t have it easy. I am the veritable Cinderella and he was my handsome prince. People frowned on our relationship. Even his mother never failed to show her dislike for me at every opportunity. But Damon fought hard for me. At the church, I heard the first notes of Pachelbel's Canon in D and started my bridal walk. Damon looked dapper in his suit but he looked distracted, and his hair looked kind of mussed. Tenderness swept over me. When I reached his side, he took my hand. An electric current coursed through our connected skin. Damon looked startled, and I almost laughed, The priest gave us his blessings. And to Damon, he said, “You may now kiss your bride.” I held my breath as Damon very gently lifted my veil. Our eyes connected, and I saw a swirling mass of emotions in his gaze before his head dipped and gave me a kiss that jarred me. He kissed expertly, too expertly, that my eyes flew to his face. And that was when realization sank in. I was not kissing Damon Mark Olson. I was kissing someone who looked exactly like him.

For centuries the Varkas and the Moon Reapers have spilled each other's blood beneath every full moon that they clash. Wolves call them butchers. Reapers call them beasts. Both call the other enemy. Then the Grand Council speaks a prophecy no one dares defy: only the union of a Varkas daughter and a Moon Reaper's son will stop the bloodshed and unite the families for once and for all. One marriage. One chance for peace. Aurora Varkas was never meant to wear the bridal dress. Born of her mother's betrayal, unable to shift, stripped of the sacred gifts that mark true Varkas blood, she has lived as an outcast in her own home. When her stepmother shoves her forward as the "true" bride to spare the legitimate daughter, Aurora has no choice but to obey. One whispered truth—that she is the wrong bride, the outcast, the fraud—could reignite a war that once nearly annihilated both kinds. Cassian Thorne, heir to the Moon Reapers, is a living weapon forged to kill wolves. He expects a spoiled Varkas princess as his bride, someone he can tolerate for the sake of duty, then quietly dispose of along with her family. What he gets is Aurora. Quiet. Broken. Powerless. Or so he thought. . .

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

Aria's father and Christopher's father have been friends since they were children. In other to keep the friendship bond going, their parents decided to arrange their marriage. The marriage was a toxic one; The fights, the every day quarrel. Just as when the divorce papers was being prepared, the unexpected love came. He really didn't want to carry on the divorce anymore. He realizes that he has fallen for her but does she even feel the same way for him?

“I thought our agreement was over.” Maera looked at Kael nervously. “Maybe it is, in your eyes. But not in mine. Whether your grandmother is alive or not, you are still bound to fulfill our contract. You must carry my offspring—whether you like it or not,” Kael replied, grabbing Maera’s hand and pushing her down onto the enormous bed draped in silk sheets. “Tonight, the seed must be planted in your womb,” he said before beginning to unite their bodies.

She was robbed of her inheritance, her baby and her blissful marriage. All because of her stepsister. Gina, returns some months later, as the Heiress to Saxton Empire, prepared to deal with everyone who had caused her pain in the past. How will she carry out her plan of revenge after learning of the harsh truth about her ex-husband? Will her plans pull through even after learning that there is more to life than what meets the eye?

Aria was born wrong—an impure wolf with no pack, no status, and no future. After her father’s death, she became little more than a servant in her own home, hated by her stepmother and treated like a burden. So when a stranger offers a generous dowry for her hand, Aria is sold like cattle. Her stepmother assumes he’s just another desperate rogue looking for a mate. She couldn’t be more wrong. Alpha Draven—The Shadow Alpha—is the most feared name in the werewolf world. Ruthless. Dominant. Untouchable. And he didn’t marry Aria for love. On their wedding night, he lays out the truth: He doesn’t want her heart. He doesn’t want her loyalty. He wants an heir. Aria refuses to be used. But when Draven threatens to expose her impurity and destroy the fragile life she has left, she’s forced into a chilling agreement—bear his child, and he’ll give her protection for life. But in the shadow of power, nothing is ever that simple. He wanted her womb. He never expected her fire. She agreed to carry his heir— She might just carry his downfall.

“No, no, no!” She cried out, bending over to savage the little she could, but every attempt seemed fruitless because the food kept soaking into the wet ground. Unfortunately, it had rained that morning. This made her furious. With frantic wide eyes and a rage-fueled strength, she grabbed the nearest huge stone she could carry and ran like a wild beast, screaming at the top of her lungs after the car that had deprived her siblings’ food.

Brain with beauty that's Roxanne Sanchez. She was broken hearted to her ex-boyfriend, Rex, when she found another woman besides her and caught it on bed, having sex with his woman in his apartment. She promised to herself not to fall in love again. The pain is too much! She change her hair style maging ang kanyang pananamit. She looks like a tomboy na ikinagulat ng kanyang room mate at bestfriend na si Joy. She resigned also from her secretarial job para hindi na makita muli ang mukha ng ex and find a new job. What if her new boss, Richard Cruzvov will start to court her? A stick to one and romantic man. Magagawa pa ba niyang panghawakan ang pangako sa sarili na hindi na magmamahal muli? Malalabanan kaya ng isip niya ang sinasabi ng puso niya? Bibigyan kaya niya ng pagkakataon muli ang puso niya to love again?