Don't Kiss The Bride の小説・ストーリー

“Do you take Emerald Rodriguez as your lawfully wedded wife?” And without hesitation, “I DO,” He answered. “With that being said, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride,” he gestured to Daniel. HOLD THE FUCK ON! Why haven’t I thought of this part?! How did my mind skip that? It was as if Daniel knew what was going through my mind, he smiled at me rather creepingly.

Time seemed to stand still as our gazes locked, the weight of my deceit a palpable barrier between us. I wanted to vanish, to escape the consequences of my actions. The ceremony continued around me, the officiant's voice a distant murmur. "You may now kiss the bride," he finally said, snapping me back to the present with a jolt. Kiss the bride. The words reverberated cruelly in my mind. How could I kiss someone that I did not know and am not in love with? My chest tightened with the agony of my choices, my throat constricting in anguish. But there was no turning back. I had made my bed, and now I must lie in it.

Ahad couldn't understand what happened, never in his life he was in a situation like this, he fisted his knuckles into a ball which turned white due to the tight grip and without doing anything which he would regret later he left the place. It was time for the bride to leave, Rayyan looked at Haya who has tears in her eyes and was standing with the help of her brother, he carried her bridal style and was about to leave when his friends gathered around him. Rayyan gave them what's the wrong look. "Kiss your bride man” announced his friend Omar "It's getting late what's wrong with you’ll" Rayyan stated looking at his surrounding where everyone was watching. "Bro, not so easy you better kiss yo

I saw how much she hated being held by her father and maybe if I had thought about it, I would have had someone else walk her down the aisle. We mumbled our vows. Well, I mumbled mine, half angry, half pitiful. Watching her look around nervously because she definitely doesn't want this angered me even more. She's just nineteen for fucks sake. I gritted my teeth to stop me from lashing out, the people's awkward applause when I refused to kiss the bride even angered me more. “Why is the groom hiding in the corner of the room?” Isaac asked, settling into the seat next to me.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

I was pacing restlessly in the living room when I got a call. “You gave her her location knowing fully that she was already married?!” He raised his voice on the call. “Well, I am her sister. Of course, I went to the wedding. Don't you dare raise your voice at me?” I warned him. “You can't believe what she did. She didn't even let me hold her. She seems so in love with her husband.” my hand tightened around the glass in my hand and I dropped it mistakenly causing it to break.

It was bizarre, to say the least. The old me would've thought his gesture meant that I mattered to him, at least in some way. Now, I wouldn't even hire him to be the opening act for a cheap circus with abused animals. Zachary strode back to me and clamped a hand around my chin. He held up his phone with his other hand and pointed its camera at my face. "Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness."

Possessive. “You may kiss the bride.” He didn’t hesitate. His lips pressed against mine, firm but distant. A kiss for the crowd, not for me. Applause erupted. After the wedding, Don led me to the waiting car. A limo of course. The moment the door shut, the warmth vanished. Silence filled the space between us. His jaw was tight. His hands rested on his lap, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm. No words. No tenderness. The ride to his estate stretched endlessly with Theo on the wheel. I wanted to lean in and say I was excited for our marriage but it felt unnatural.

Not a bride. > A queen.

" The priest asked. Brian turned to me again and smirked. Shaking his head, his eyes was fixed on mine. "I do?" It was more like a question, not even a statement. "You said?" The Priest looked down this time and Brian chuckled. "I do." "You can pass the ring." He said, and we picked up the ring shoving it into each other's finger without even looking at each other. It wasn't of love but forced. "You can not kiss the bride and head home for whatsoever you want to do today." The priest said again, and Brian nodded.. leaning closely and then he dropped a kiss on my lips.