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He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”

’’ A familiar squeaky voice drawled beside her and she wasn’t surprised to see Brianna Foster and Marione Bridges. Brianna was the school’s resident queen bee and a bank heiress, she’s recently engaged to an oncologist. She has a loud mouth and is overly dramatic. Marione on the other hand was a staunch follower, always trailing behind Brianna like some stray puppy. She’s a successful model and the newest endorser for the Four-Clover beauty products–a subsidiary of the fashion company owned by Jake Calloway. ‘’Hello to you too Brianna.’’ Van dropped sourly. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be the one who would bear the child,

Someone near the string quartet said the groom's name like it was a headline already, and it was — Billionaire Ace Stone's Secret Kiss, Six Days Before I Do — spreading through phones faster than the string quartet could finish their song. The bride found out at the altar. I watched it happen from thirty feet away, the exact way you watch a car crash you can't stop — Cassandra Harrington's face going from radiant to ash in under four seconds, her mother's hand flying to her mouth, four hundred guests suddenly very interested in their own laps. Cassandra didn't cry. She laughed — one short, ugly bark of it — and turned to find whoever the woman in that video was. She found me first. I don't k

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

A woman in a tiny red gown whispered loudly to her date as they passed, “Plus-size surrogate bride. Bold choice.” Chloe’s shoulders hunched before she caught herself. She lifted her chin higher, but the words stuck like hooks in her skin. They see me as the consolation prize. The fat girl who got knocked up for money. She pulled away from Damian’s hand slightly, creating space between them. He noticed immediately. In the back of the town car on the way home, he turned to her. “You were tense in there. The press loved it. That’s what counts.” “Loved it?” Chloe laughed once, bitter. She stared out the window at the passing lights. “They loved tearing me apart. ‘Plus-size surrogate bride.’ Like

Oh my heart is pounding and on the verge of bursting. “Hello beautiful I heard there’s a soon to be bride here tonight needing a strip tease have you seen her?” The guy says to me. Oh my lord kill me now and bring me back to life baby I say to myself. Suddenly I hear Sabrina’s loud ass voice. “Yes Sir hunky butts this lady right here is getting married this weekend and needs some eye candy before she gets hitched. She says while pointing at me. “Well hello Miss Shelly I’m Brian and I’m at your service tonight baby girl.” Brian says I mentally can myself because damn it just rose another fifty degrees here.

"I've never seen you perform. Will you be dancing tonight?" "Would he really expect me to perform? I mean, I'm his bride. Normally, the bride-to-be is off-limits at events like this. But then again, nothing about this setup is normal, is it? I honestly don't know what to expect—or even what to think anymore. When exactly is he planning to show his face? Or at the very least, talk to me? If he's worried I'll scream at the sight of him, he can calm down. Whatever he looks like, I still have to accept him. No choice there. Lucky me, right?"

I couldn’t believe they all came prepared to marry me, after all I was wearing a suit - it won’t be hard to invite a pope. “What do you want?” I questioned seriously and she leaned on my desk, with her fingers ticking. “A new hyper spot ride.” she said flirtatiously, winking at me. “Here it is.” I pushed the cheque over to her and she almost exclaimed, rushing off from my office. “How many are they?” I asked, exhaling deeply. “Twenty two.” he said. “How come?” I bashed at him as the next bride came in. “My love! Oh! You are ready for our wedding, please let’s go.” she was about to sit down when I pushed the cheque over to her, her lips started trembling.

The Arrival of the Bride The doors of the chapel opened, letting in a swirl of crystalline snowflakes and the crisp Atlantic air. Clara didn't walk down the aisle in a designer gown flown in from a dead metropolis. She wore a dress of ivory lace—a Thorne family heirloom salvaged from a hidden vault in the Shadow Peaks, altered by the village seamstresses. She looked like a bridge between two worlds: the grace of the old and the resilience of the new.