Novel & Cerita Covet Bridal

Aria stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her mother and Mother-in-law spent a fortune on her wedding dress. The dress was specially designed for her in the minimal time. She could only imagine the amount her parents would have paid for it. The dress had real platinum threadwork with pearls on it. She took a deep breath. Today was the day when all her dreams would turn into reality. Tomorrow she will be getting the best birthday gift of her life. Because tomorrow she will be getting Cosa Nostra, her birthday present as it was her oath ceremony tomorrow.

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.

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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.

Ashton really did want to make it come true. About twenty minutes later, Cory stopped the car in front of an exclusive wedding boutique called Lovella Bridals. "You can't possibly go in there. That's Lovella Bridals, a wedding fashion brand that only has five boutiques in the world. One piece of their dress cost the same as buying a bungalow. They used real diamonds as the garment for their dresses," Ashley was flabbergasted that he chose to buy her wedding dress there. Cory couldn't help but chuckle. 'How silly is she to say something like that to Mr Grey,' his heart was amused seeing how worried her face when Ashton said nothing.

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

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