Novel & Cerita Elena Bride

And here I am, being a bitch gold digger like those nasty comments I read on the internet earlier, saying that if not for Elizalde's money, I wouldn't tie the knot with him this easy. Damn, that was harsh and absolutely the truth. In sickness and in health. . . Oh well, at least I can assure him I will care for him if he gets sick. I don't care about his health! Till death do us part. . . Yes, until hell do us part! "Elizalde El Del Real, you may now kiss your bride," Judge Suzanne speaks. Her lips pressed together, holding a simple smile while looking at the two of us. I looked at Elizalde, and my knees were shaking.

“I am right here, come and help me with my dress,” Eileen was my handmaid when I joined the palace; she had been the only one with any fire to address me. No, she had threatened me to allow her to be head of the omegas with the information she had of me. I had liked the evilness she possessed, and after I punished her for daring to threaten me, I made her my confidante and the head of omegas. “Good morning Luna,” she greeted as she adjusted the dress on me. She towered above me, a good 6’0, she had the face of a witch and the heart of a devil.

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

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.

Absolute love-struck war goddess. My heart jolted violently. Haylee Kenton? The legendary head of that mysterious business empire... she secretly loved me? And even came here to act as my fake bride? I took a slow breath and raised a hand, interrupting the officiant. "One moment." The entire venue instantly fell silent. The woman standing before me flickered with panic. The tips of her ears turned red, and even her breathing became uneven. Curling my lips into a faint smile, I asked gently, "Christine, you don't look well. Were you so busy preparing for the wedding that you forgot to take your medicine?"

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

The haute couture wedding gown-crafted from pale white silk by a renowned Savile Row designer, swathed her full, heavy figure. “Thank you, Mother. It is all thanks to your flawless taste,” Elena replied, offering a faint, polite smile. Her expression remained guarded, entirely devoid of a new bride’s radiant joy. Up at the altar, Liam Harrington stood tall and rigid in a black morning suit. But when the heavy church doors swung open and Elena began her slow, deliberate march down the aisle-her gait heavy due to her size-Liam’s gaze locked onto her. For a split second, his heart did a strange, erratic flutter.

“Breathe.” Elena sent her Mate a hopeful smile, and the astonishment on his face melted back into ease. Elena wore a light gold dress, light enough to melt into her alabaster skin. Her long white hair was down, with two braids wrapping around her crown. A diadem wrapped around her forehead with a single Moonstone in the center. Instead of flowers, she carried her daughter in her arms.

The thought alone made her cheeks warm. The door creaked open. Elena stepped inside, dressed in a flowing pink silk gown that glimmered with each step. Her makeup was simple but elegant. Jia turned at the sound, her smile widening. "The reporters are already outside and the guests are starting to arrive," Elena said, walking closer. Jia nodded, her fingers curling slightly around the edge of the vanity. "I feel... nervous" she admitted, letting out a shaky breath. Elena smiled knowingly "Every bride does," she said gently. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, added "But finally, my dear friend, you are getting married"

Aaron and Elena were walking through the entrance hall together. Elena's arm was loosely wrapped around Aaron's. They looked… comfortable. Like two people who had done this many times before. Elena noticed Elara first. Her eyes lifted toward the staircase. A slow smile spread across her lips. "Well," she said softly. "Looks like the bride is still awake." Aaron glanced up. For a brief moment, his eyes met Elara's. There was no guilt there. No apology. Only a mild acknowledgment. Elena's smile widened.