Covet Bridal Mga Nobela at Kwento

The whole staff team of the store was at their service. He had already bought Chloe a wedding gown from Estre. The gown was a vision of sparkling white, adorned with countless diamonds that shimmered like stars. It featured an off-the-shoulder neckline that showcased her delicate collarbones. The gown's elegance and simplicity radiated an aura of grandeur and sanctity, perfectly befitting the momentous occasion that awaited them.

‍ "We ha⁠ve forty-eight hours until the‍ we‍dding, Celeste. But t‌onight⁠, we commit our first act of hig​h-s​takes cor‍porate espionage together. Put on the‌ v​est. We’re going to Wall Stree⁠t." Celeste took the vest, strapping it tightly‌ o​ver her ru‍ined, expensive gown. The contrast was absu‌rd—a soc⁠iety bride wrapped i‌n mi​litary-​grade⁠ Kevlar—​but it perfectly illustrated the reali​ty of her life. The unwante​d bride⁠ was gone;‌ the partne​r in crime had arrived.

HELENA’S POV: I stand in front of the full-length mirror of Laurant Duval’s luxurious bridal boutique. The gown, an exquisite confection of silk and lace, cascades around me like a waterfall of ivory. Its intricate beading sparkles like a thousand stars, and the train stretches out behind me like a river of satin. Though there are still a few more missing details, it still looks as gorgeous as I imagine it to be. My excited reflection gazes back at me, brimming with anticipation.

said Felix. "Very well, Young Master." Then, the store manager activated a large screen in the room, displaying various luxurious limited edition bridal gowns. Cyra, who had been silent, was awestruck by the beauty of the gowns. "Wow, these gowns must be very expensive. How do I know which one is the cheapest?" she mumbled to herself. Indeed, the gowns were very expensive. However, the high prices were not a concern for Felix, especially for his wedding with Cyra. He was more than willing to indulge her.

She reached into her handbag and placed an envelope on the table. It slid toward me slowly. “What is this?” I asked carefully. Courtney smiled. “Money,” she said simply. “A lot of it.” Chloe scoffed immediately. I stayed quiet. “I did some research,” Courtney continued, leaning back in her chair. “You’re not from his world. You don’t belong anywhere near Aiden Smith.” My fingers curled slightly under the table. “So what exactly do you want?” I asked. Her eyes sharpened. “I want you to annul the marriage,” she said clearly.

We all began to move, following Amy towards the room designated for Greta's bridal dress appointment. As we entered the room, I was taken aback by the sight that greeted us. The room was a bride's dream come true, adorned with racks of exquisite vintage bridal gowns. Each gown was unique, showcasing intricate designs and exquisite craftsmanship. The gowns ranged from classic silhouettes to more modern designs. Adjacent to the gowns were veils of various lengths and styles, each one designed to complement the gowns perfectly. From cathedral-length veils that exuded grandeur to shorter, more modern styles, the selection was truly impressive.

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.

Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world. Beside him stood Elena Langford, glowing beneath the flashes of expensive cameras and media attention, every inch the perfect rich man’s bride. The internet was obsessed already. Business blogs called it the union of the year. Investors called it strategic. The public called it romantic. I called it predictable. A humorless smile tugged briefly at my lips before disappearing just as quickly. Adrian had always been ambitious, but the problem with ambitious men was that they eventually confused greed for intelligence. Marrying Leonard Langford’s daughter was not love. It was business. A move. A transaction wrappe