Covet Bridal Novels & Stories

Imagining getting a loan whenever she wanted, she was shamelessly attracted to this propostion. She took a deep breath as if facing an executor. He looked at her like a potential partner and she looked at him like a golden pot filled with notes. Their thoughts weren't visible but they were very much invested in their turn of events. "Mr. Aster Brooks. I will not marry you."

The hashtag #VesperaWedding was trending higher than the national election. @NeoVeridiaNews: Sources confirm that Cyprian Hale has imported 50,000 white orchids from Singapore for the ceremony. The entire floral market is sold out. @GossipGirl: Do you remember her first wedding to Thorne? The one in the backyard with the plastic chairs? Talk about a glow up. @FinanceBro: Vane Strategy stock is up another 12% on the wedding news. She’s monetizing her own romance. Genius. Inside the Penthouse Suite of the Fortress, Vespera stood on a pedestal in front of a tri-fold mirror.

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”

ASHLEY'S POV "Let's get this over with." Those were the longest words I heard him say ever since his entrance to the room. His hoarse voice which held no sign of emotion rumbled like a distant thunder in the large sitting room that was now occupied by his mother, Jane Jordan - the heiress of Jordan Jewelleries, the dark haired judge who sat by an oak table that had been placed in the center of the room for this purpose, Mother, and I , the I-know-nothing-about-this bride dressed in a knee-length lavender gown and silver stiletto heels, nothing befitting for a bride on her big day.

Aria knew exactly what this meant. Victor desired her company for the entire night. Soon, the door opened. Victor appeared in the doorway, wearing a loose bathrobe. His piercing green eyes locked onto her with a predatory gaze. Aria’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced a smile for the sake of the 70,000 dollars commission. “Monsieur Laurent, sorry to disturb you,” she said, stepping into the presidential suite. Victor shrugged and flashed her a smile. “Ms. Hale, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Noemie turned her head around and watched as the double doors opened and revealed the most beautiful bride she had ever seen. Claire’s choice of wedding gown was nothing short of a masterpiece. The ivory fabric hugged her every curve, accentuating her slender waist and graceful silhouette. Delicate lace adorned the bodice, adding an intricate touch that spoke of timeless elegance. The sweetheart neckline framed her décolletage with a touch of subtle allure, while the intricate beading and shimmering sequins scattered throughout the gown caught the light, creating a mesmerizing dance of glimmers and sparkles.

said Dominic as he crossed his long legs that were wrapped in what looked like custom made pants. ‘That is from the latest collection of Louis. He must be very wealthy to be owning such a piece.’ Thought Sylvie as she scrutinized Dominic. She looked at his hair and his face, she looked at his shirt and his suit, she looked at his sitting posture and she looked at everything he had to offer. ‘Yup, definitely a rich guy.’ She thought after her examination was done. Her gaze was so burning that Dominic felt uncomfortable with it. He felt as though daggers were being shot at him but he decided to ignore it as he wanted to see how Jade would react to his demands.

The tone escaped her notice. “Of course we do. Because of this we make the ideal couple.” She replied They visited a downtown boutique following brunch. Dresses in rows glistened in the gentle light. Bridget tried one after another and assistants hurried to assist her. She stepped out in a glittering gown and asked “What do you think of this one?” “It's stunning” he said “Too easy,” she said. “I want people to stop breathing when they see me, the statement goes.” He gave a small smile.

“You have a wife now. A child. The council doubts you. The smaller families are testing you.” She leaned in slightly. “You can’t fight like you used to.” Valentino’s voice lowered. “I don’t need to.” She studied him carefully. “Marry me.” The word hit like a blade. “Unite our territories. Consolidate power. I control the south again. You secure the north. The council falls in line.” He didn’t blink. “I’m already married.” She shrugged. “Annul it.” The air between them turned lethal. “She’s an emotional liability,” Alessandra continued smoothly. “I’m an asset.”

Chapter 162 — Before the “I Do” The bridal suite at the Hotel Montaldo was filled with a sweet scent, a blend of fresh flowers and new fabrics. The light illuminated every detail: the mirrors, the satin ribbons, Sofía’s dress hanging there like a promise. It was a creation by a renowned designer whose name was not yet widely known, from OBENT Atelier.