Novel & Cerita Don't Kiss The Bride

"Carlo, I just knew you'd treat me better than anyone!" With that, everyone's gaze toward me grew even more disdainful. "For the wedding, Carlo even had the airline arrange two exclusive direct flights for us. But in the end, the bride won't be on board." "What's the big deal? Giada is only marrying him to secure a family alliance. Forget the other flights—she'd walk there if she had to." The air around me was thick with mockery. Meanwhile, Carlo's gaze remained entirely on Adriana. He didn't hear a word I said. In the end, I was nothing more than someone watching from the sidelines.

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

“That’s the man I’m marrying.” No applause. No dramatics. Just quiet understanding among the small group gathered there. When the officiant pronounced them husband and wife — again, but this time without paperwork as leverage — the kiss felt different. Not triumphant. Not relieved. Settled. Afterward, there was dinner under string lights. Simple food. Soft laughter. No business conversations. Daniel approached them midway through the evening. “I didn’t expect to be invited,” he admitted. Ethan met his gaze calmly. “You were part of the story.”

Unfortunately for Travis, I had no desire to open the wedding invitation. "Aren't you going to take a look?" Travis asked in disbelief. I shook my head while wearing an indifferent expression. Earlier, right after I finished eating dinner, I noticed that Victoria had posted a new update on her social media account. She had posted a photo of the new wedding invitation. The groom's name was Travis Somerson. Meanwhile, she intentionally censored the bride's name. Only the last name "Somerson" was vaguely visible while the first name was blurred out.

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” “Three brothers with identical names is indeed ridiculous. Even if we have more than one child at a time I will not do that to them.” “And I will not let them switch places. It is a cruel trick.” “Cruel?” “Yes. I was devastated when I found out it was Dair who had kissed me.” “You were six!” “Yes. And it was my first kiss! I had wanted your kiss to be my fist. I was furious with you.” “At me?” “Yes. You just watched. You knew I wanted to kiss you, but you let him take your place.”

“Don’t you want to rest tonight?” “I have been resting for too long, my queen,” he said, kissing my hand. “I think it’s high time we consummate our marriage, or don’t you think?” Those were the words that haunted me for the rest of the evening; consummate our marriage. Whilst it had been a scary thought when I’d first arrived, after a while, I’d grown to expect and even anticipate it. I was happy even with the age difference. But after Ibrahim’s violation, after he had taken what it was the minster was expecting to receive, it was now an even more frightening thought than before.

“About who you’ll be getting married to.” My head jerked at the word marriage. What? “You’ll listen, nod and do exactly as you’re told. Because if you don’t…” She stepped closer, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “I’ll remind him again that you’re a curse, Vanya. And curses need to be locked away before they spread. You, cold-blooded killer. You deserve nothing.” My grip tightened on the broom until the wood creaked, my eyes burning with unshed tears. I didn’t look at her. I never did when she spoke like this. It only fed her hatred.

It’s all a façade. His lips moved closer to mine. The scent of red wine and mint invaded my senses. Unable to resist, I took the initiative and kissed him. We melted into an intense, hungry, brutal kiss. I felt my lip burn from the intensity until we finally pulled apart. —I’m finding it hard to stop, little dove… But if I don’t now, I won’t be able to resist fucking you so hard that everyone will know you’re mine —he murmured, devouring me with his gaze. I felt my face burn with embarrassment.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Pain flared. Cassandra lingered just long enough to stoop and whisper, "Have a good play, darling. I'll make sure to wave as I kiss him." She spun on her heel, and there was laughter from the marble. The ceremony went on. Jake sat, eyes wide in wonder at being the participant in yet another performance for yet another audience he didn't care about. Cassandra sparkled, every move choreographed, every smile a posed photo opportunity. The speaker at the ceremony said, "You may now kiss the bride," and my stomach coiled in knots with anxiety. They kissed reluctantly, hard, awkwardly, slowly, painfully. Not love. Victory.