Fallen In Love Bridal Novels & Stories

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

He flounced out in a seconds. Damn! That bastard rejected her again! Her heart arched. She was slowly falling for Daniel. Could this contracted marriage be made real?

“Aurora! President Rafael! You two look amazing tonight! It feels like attending a royal party.” Aurora chuckled softly, hugging Lia affectionately. “Thank you for coming, Lia. You're my best friend.” “Always,” replied Lia with a proud smile. As the music changed, the emcee took the stage, announcing the most anticipated session: the throwing of the bridal bouquet. Aurora, now standing in the middle of the ballroom, held a bouquet of white roses in her hands, her face beaming. The female guests gathered behind her cheerfully, including Valery, who looked lazy.

Divya cut her in between "Okay anyways, there is only a week left for the wedding and I have so much work being from both the groom's side and the bride's side, now let me go!!! okay bye!" "bye" Meera said reluctantly. She wasn't assured. she wouldn't be if he were any other guy either. She hadn't been in a relationship ever, she was scared of intimacy, what if he expected love - physically or mentally! that was a concept alien to her! forget kiss, she barely even hugged anyone. She hated physical touching of any kind! it just sent some chills down her spine. Neverthless, she did what she never thought she'd have to do, helplessly rest her destiny to the gods.

He was undoubtedly marrying the love of his life. The traditional song of ‘Here comes the bride’ was playing through the speakers set up in the garden. It was the perfect day for a fall wedding, early September meant the heat of summer had simmered down and the leaves were starting to turn a warm shade of orange, making for the perfect background before they fell. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join the lives and hearts of this man and this woman in holy matrimony.” The reverend began, when they stood face to face with looks full of love.

My satin veil billowed against the wind as I walked down the aisle in the cream-colored wedding gown that the villagers have presented to me. It was their tribute for today’s occasion. My head was lightly pricked by the crown of baby’s breath that kept my veil in place, and I clutched the bouquet of peach roses and lilies nervously and sighed as the wedding march started to play.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

She also did not want a part in any of this, but what possible choice did she have, especially now? Ciara and Samuel moved half a step closer to each other, careful not to touch each other. The frustration of the photographer was evident. “You must display love and affection as common with newly wedded couples. Now, if you please, come close together for this photograph?” The photographer lectured.

Kajarin giggled softly through her tears, utterly endeared by his nervous fumbling. He finally managed to pull the velvet box out. He opened it, looking deep into her eyes. "Star... let's take wedding photos where the groom actually smiles this time, okay?" Thamnithi internally cursed himself. What the hell was he saying? He was so nervous he was messing up his own lines. "No, wait. Th-That's not what I meant." He dropped to one knee. "Star... Kajarin... Will you marry me, Tham?"

The people seemed to like them even more for falling in love through a contract. Robert found out everything about Kathryn and he pitied her for going through a lot from such a young age. He vowed to take care of her and love her for as long as he was alive. They got engaged before Kathryn decided to take a short vacation after which their wedding was going to hold. She just wanted to spend more time with her brother, Kevin and also use that opportunity to make time for herself. The D-Day for Mitchell and Chris is finally here. Mitchell wore a beautiful sleeveless bridal ball gown. It had a sweetheart neckline and it fitted so perfectly, making her look like an angel.