Covet Bridal Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice filled with accusation rather than actually questioning if Amelia really did have the time. Amelia turned to look at her. Up close, she could see the disdain the woman was unable to hide behind her sharp green gaze. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair was dyed a deep burgundy and wrapped into an elegant French twist. She was wearing a black blazer over a white dress shirt, with a large blue bow tied around her neck. The ensemble was completed with a black pencil skirt, pantyhose, and black stilettos. She had a large diamond-and-silver wedding band on her left hand, along with even more expensive-looking jewelry, making it all too obvious how much she liked to show off

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.

I said, though my heart was beating too loudly. She studied me again, her gaze lingering on my face, my hair, my eyes. “Are you the new bride?” she asked suddenly. “The one everyone has been whispering about?” I hesitated. “Yes.” Her eyes widened again. “So it is true,” she murmured. “The Alpha has taken a bride. And it is you.” “You still have not told me who you are,” I said. She blinked as if realizing she had forgotten. “Mara,” she said. “My name is Mara Jonathan.”

“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?"