Novel & Cerita Covet Bridal

I asked them. " Well the first one is from your husband... He said that every bride needs something new on their wedding day. " Michelle said and gave me a box. It was big red box from Cartier. I opened it and found a tiara and a note inside. " Every queen deserves a crown... Love Alexander Black. " I read the letter. It was a diamond crusted tiara, I am sure that it is very expensive. " Wow... this looks amazing. " Isabella said in ewe.

“We cannot keep her, Jarvis. We’ve made the mistake of bringing her here.” “You do not have to give her the crown; she still belongs here, with you as her mate.” Jarvis continued. Instantly, a chunk assembled in Kaizen’s throat; it was painful to swallow. Roxanne being his mate was something he wasn't ready for or wanted to acknowledge. “She is not my mate,” he compelled the words out. He couldn't afford to get a mate, not now, not ever. Azriel chortled. "Keep saying it, and you might start believing it. You have been fortunate to meet your mate, Kaizen; some of us aren't lucky and we have accepted our fates. You should keep her.”

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

Ella POV I smoothed my hand down the side of my gown, deep burgundy, fitted at the waist, with a slit that stopped just above the knee. My jewelry was simple. Luciano sent a few choices, and I chose a thin gold necklace and matching earrings. I heard small feet padding down the hallway before I heard her voice. “Aunty Ella, you look so pretty!” Lovie appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide, her hands clasped together like she was watching something magical. Luca appeared behind her a second later, quieter but just as curious.

“Are you out of your god damn mind? What is wrong with you? He was pissed at me. “Why would you say that?“ He asked holding me. “Well because Tara is the woman you love. I'm just your contract bride…” I was still speaking when he crashed his lips on mine. He kissed my lips for some seconds tugging on it and slightly bitting me. “All this shouldn't matter to you Anna. It's you I'm married to right now and not Tara” he brushes his lip against my lower lip. “Even if it happens that Romeo is my son, I would still love the child we birth, nothing is going to change.“

Who had understood, in that one direction, exactly what I needed. "Alright," I said. "Give me ten minutes to get dressed." The fittings took three hours. I was measured carefully and then presented with options that covered the full spectrum of what bridal could mean. Architectural and structured. Soft and romantic. Elaborate and spare. Each one assessed in front of the long mirror Elena had positioned near the window for the best light, with the quiet professional commentary of a team that knew what they were doing and the complete absence of pressure that came from being genuinely given a choice.

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

“It’s after lunch today, right? I didn’t forget.” “Can’t wait to see you soon, my love.” He smacked his lips. And I cut the call almost immediately, a horrified taste in my mouth. No offense, but with his age and our past relationship, I really did feel like French-kissing my father. After some meetings with some fundraisers, founders and entrepreneurs, I finally found myself standing in front of The Circle Bridal, the best place for wedding gowns and tuxedoes. And they’ve got everything: from chic, effortless to designer couture.

The bride. Cloaked in a diamond-threaded veil, wearing an ivory gown stitched by the house of Gabbiano in Milan. The train swept five feet behind her like a royal procession. Emeralds danced across her neckline, borrowed, of course, from one of her “silent investors.” She walked slowly, deliberately, with that knowing curve in her lips, the look of a woman who believed she owned the room. Gasps rippled across the aisle. But not for her. No. All eyes had already turned to the groom.

"When the time comes, you can go to this bridal boutique to buy a wedding dress. Then, you can just call me when everything is ready." Caroline glanced at the name of the bridal boutique and secretly clicked her tongue. Merry Color was a domestic bridal boutique with little popularity. It wasn't because it was unpopular, but because their wedding dresses were very expensive, costing thousands of dollars. Only people from the upper class could afford it. Therefore, this brand was only well known among the upper class. Other people didn't know it at all. Everyone who hired Cook as a photographer was rich and powerful. Caroline guessed that he forgot about Kirk's net worth in a moment of carele