Don't Kiss The Bride Novels & Stories

My hands shook as I took the receipt. It wasn't my size. So it wasn't that the suit was too expensive. It was never meant for me. I took a deep breath, straightened my tie, and walked into the ballroom. The venue was stunning. The whispers were impossible to ignore. Everyone had already heard that Sylvia had postponed the wedding again. But I'd personally called every guest and invited them to come anyway. Some weren't even trying to lower their voices. "Luke's pathetic. The bride isn't even coming. Is he seriously planning to do this alone?"

“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.

He muttered, his voice barely audible over the music. With a stagger, Diego turned and disappeared into the crowd. I stood there breathless, a painful sting in my chest. Silence descended around me, even though the music still played and the crowd still danced. Her. Who was her? And where did that leave me, his new bride?

Asher was talking about, but she felt lucky that he stopped. Calantha adjusted her dress, sat straight on her back, put her hands on her thighs, and stared at the cloudy glass. They could not maintain this seriousness for over five minutes. Asher took Calantha’s hand, kissing it through the white bridal glove. Calantha felt uncomfortable, but she dared not ask Asher to stop doing it, nor to flinch rudely. Asher repeatedly put kisses on the back of her hand that did not follow any rules. Then he put her hand on his lap and stroked it.

Not that I would have dared to anyway. I heard him say, "What God has joined together, let no man put asunder. You can kiss the bride," he said to Edoardo. I didn’t have time to think of anything else as Edoardo pulled me into his arms and kissed me, thoroughly, with his hand snaking up to my neck and his tongue in my mouth. He pressed my body up against his, and I felt the powerful power he possessed. . The after-party commenced with everybody in fucking high spirits. I caught sight of Edoardo speaking to Lax. And once I saw him, I didn’t want to look away.

Right before I opened my mouth and let them have it. "You sorry ass piece of monkey shit! Is this what I am in for? Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?" I shouted, catching them both completely off guard. "Let me let you in on a little secret, Buster… I don't want to marry you either!" I jumped up and screamed in his face.

He never did show up, not even for one moment and I will not be surprised if he does not show up for this wedding either. I pray he does not. "Just focus on the bright side baby. You will be doing us all and yourself a very great favour by saving our lives through this marraige and you shall never lack anything in the world. The Greco's are filthy rich ok" Mother kissed me by the cheek. I stared at her, disgust and bewilderment written all over my face. I refused to speak further and fixed my attention back on the road. Minutes flew by so quickly and before I knew it, we had rolled into the church premises.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

They lingered on me, the intensity of his stare making my insides curl. He was different from every man I had ever known. He stood and at once my gaze dropped to the floor. “She's here, Don,” the lady beside me muttered and at once, her hand drove to my back as she was about to force me to my knees. “What are you doing, Isa?” His voice came, his steps echoing on the concrete as he stepped forward. “Don't make my bride kneel.”