Don't Kiss The Bride Novels & Stories

"Are you really 28-year-old Clara? I asked Adrian, and he told me he'll only ever love me. He'd never cheat on me. He said our baby will be healthy and beautiful, and he'll give her the very best in the world. Adrian loves me. I believe him." So, it seemed that 18-year-old Clara had chosen to believe him even after everything I told her. I reached into my bag and pulled out the gold-embossed wedding invitation. Adrian's and Avery's names stood out in stark clarity. I took a picture and pressed Send. "Then, ask Adrian this for me. If he swore he'd love me for the rest of his life… Why? Why did he marry someone else?"

"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.

“The king decreed I must witness that the vows are consummated.” “I thought perhaps just the bloody sheet...” she said softly. Padraig’s eyes narrowed. She could not provide a bloody sheet and they both knew it. “One of my brothers is to marry a widow, she can not provide a bloody sheet. It would not be fair if the emissary had to watch them and not us.”

“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.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hit me like a slap. My hands shook inside the white lace gloves as Alexander Voss slid the heavy gold band onto my finger. Not Sophia's. Mine. I forced a smile for the hundreds of eyes watching us. The cathedral smelled of expensive flowers and even more expensive perfume. Cameras flashed nonstop. "You may kiss the bride," the officiant said with a proud smile. Alexander leaned in. His grey eyes locked on mine for the first time up close. For one second I thought he might actually do it. Then something shifted in his face. His jaw tightened. He pressed a quick, cold kiss to my cheek instead.

, I reminded him, fixing his tie. “All right.”, He nodded in an understanding way. “By the way, I know you are going to be Becca’s bridesmaid but don’t forget your poor lover because my hand would start itching without touching you.”, He muttered and grabbed my round ass in his hand. I gasped in surprise and slapped at hand. “We just made love a few hours ago.” “Well, you can’t blame me if I can’t get enough of you.”,