Novel & Cerita Covet Bridal

Which on the other hand is quiet ironic since he is the dangerous ocean himself. "You look stunning, Your Majesty," Demitri whispered the moment his hand reached mine. "Your Majesty?" I asked, confused. A while ago I was still Your Highness, and now I'm Your Majesty? Is that some sort of drollery? "You're the crown princess but for me, you are my queen," he answered playfully. I grimaced. "How humorous." He chuckled, showing his perfect set of white teeth. "You should just thank me for granting your wish. Also, I asked a sorcerer to make you a very fine dress that would best represent me because I want everyone to know that you are my bride."

He was only a few inches apart from me, I could sense the possessiveness written all over his face. "What do you mean by I am yours?" I asked staring at him in disbelief. Dominic sighed in response. "You must marry me, Either that or I ruin you. I am giving you a choice now, choose wisely." He said boldly. My goodness, even his pride irritated me. He carried himself with so much high regard, way too much that it made me really annoyed. Who did he really think he was? A billionaire? So what? He did not own my life. Marrying him was the last thing I would do.

Aria’s POV I've been standing at this door for 10 minutes now knocking, What’s taking her so long? She’s meant to be ready by now. “Alexa?” I called out. “Are you ready?” She didn’t answer, that was strange. Today was her wedding to none other than Nathan Cross, the CEO of Cross Global Enterprise. My whole family has been planning this for months, down to the last detail. Reporters were invited along with celebrities and other rich businessmen. My father basically invited the whole of Manhattan to watch his favorite daughter get married to a hot shot business man.

I had been blessed with more riches than any human had a right to, but my life was empty until she came. She was mine. Only mine. Now and forever. Then she began to walk down the aisle. This moment would be forever burned into my brain. Her hair was done up in glowing little curls that bounced with every step she took. When she got to the altar, her uncle lifted her veil. Yeah, this was my bride. It was about fucking time I put mynring on her finger and gave her my name. And later tonight I had a surprise for her. I was taking her to the Blue Butterfly. She was about to taste extreme pleasure.

Then, without warning, his gaze landed directly on me, and held. Not a glance. Not the passing curiosity the other brides drew from him. A held gaze, deliberate, measuring, the kind that made me instantly certain he had already marked me as something worth a second look. *He's requesting to question every bride. Including me.* I told myself it meant nothing. Every bride would face the same questioning. There was no reason to believe his eyes had lingered on me any longer than they had on the others. I repeated it to myself twice more before I half believed it.

“Maybe that would help ease a little of your stress.” The winery and grounds were beautiful. The backdrop for a perfect spring wedding. The food had been wonderful, and I recalled the decadent cakes we’d had. The bride I was working with now had told me one thing she had to have were great desserts since her fiancé had a huge sweet tooth. The venue was exclusive enough it might please the mother. Still, I hesitated.

Arthur roared. Then, he turned to me, the anger on his face melting into a warm smile. "Sophia, I know Jonathan was in the wrong today. But please, for my sake, give him one more chance. We spent such a long time preparing for this engagement party, and all the guests are here. "The engagement ring is an emerald that we got from an auction. I promise you'll love it. And look—Jonathan is considered quite handsome, isn't he?"

The Red Thread The London sky was wrapped in thick, cold mist, yet inside the most exclusive bridal boutique on Savile Row, the air felt warm, thick with suffocating luxury. Liora Valerius now formally recognised worldwide as Valerina Thorne stood atop a circular podium. Six elite seamstresses worked with painstaking precision around her, fastening thousands of Swarovski crystals onto a custom‑made wedding gown worth as much as an entire apartment block in the city centre.

I leave my jacket and purse with the attendant at the coat check in the vestibule. Walking into Covet is like falling down the rabbit hole. It's an over-the-top sensory overload extravaganza. People often pause and try to take in everything at once with wide eyes because there's so much going on. The club is three stories tall. A massive dance floor that lights up occupies most of the main level. A long glass bar sits at the far end. Every kind of high-end liquor is displayed on thin crystal shelves. Matteo stocks most of the well-known brands along with rare ones, including thousand-dollar bottles of Absolut Crystal and twenty-five thousand-dollar bottles of Legacy by Angostura.

"He knows what size you wear and he knows what colors look good on you and that means he's been gathering information about you specifically." "So he's already interested," I replied while pulling the dress out of the box. "That's good because it means the plan is already working before I even get to the party." The dress was black and fitted and it had a neckline that was low enough to be suggestive without being obvious and I knew immediately that Marco had chosen it carefully to see how I would respond. If I wore it then I was agreeing to play his game and if I refused then I was insulting him and that could have consequences.