Forever Bride Novels & Stories

I knelt beside her again, brushing hair gently off her forehead. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I should’ve protected you. I should’ve been there.” It kind of looked so weird that I was apologising. I hadn’t done it in years, and definitely not to her. From the very first day she stepped into that house… from the moment my uncle forced me to marry her… all I had done was push her, break her, scare her, and hurt her. I looked around. The sun was already lowering, turning the sky orange. It would be dark soon, and we had nothing. No phone. No car, and I don't think anyone was going to be around to rescue us now.

I stood up, placing my feet on the cold, titled floor. "One million dollars!" I stumbled and sat back on the bed. Say what! "What did you say?" He nodded. "One million dollars. You marry me for a period of two years on paper. No sex, no love." I leaned in closer over the bed, my face almost to his, my eyes wide. "Go on." "All you need to do is be my contract wife and my secretary. I know you can do that much since you were once a secretary." "How do you know that?"

She was surprised. "You should warn me," she whispered shyly. He chuckled, "You look cute when you're shy," he whispered... She blushed. "Don't make me blush," she said and he kissed her again. "Will you be my Luna?" he asked and stretched his arm. "I would love to," she responded and held his hand. Choven announced to everyone that Azhea would become their luna and they all howled in a monotone. It sounded too good as a piece of warm music, it was too perfect which made Choven glad.

The boys thought it was too childish, but we watched it with her. Before I knew it, it was late and all the kids was sleep. Damien volunteered to put the kids in bed. I decided to put on some slow jams and sip me some wine. When Damien came down stairs, he joined me in the living room. We just sat around talking and getting drunk. It felt good. Like old times. Times when we first got together. Before life got so complicated and hard. Our wedding song came on. "Have this dance with me, Love? " Damien asked me as he took my hand in his.

He walked slowly beside her, obviously enjoying her reaction to seeing the hotel for the first time. A bride in a big, beautiful wedding dress walked past with her groom on her arm. Mia and Carter stopped to let them pass by. The bride was grinning from ear to ear as they walked past and Mia couldn't help but grin right back at her. Mia motioned with her head to the bride. “Is that what's next on the itinerary?” she teased. Carter shrugged. “Do you want it to be?” He grinned that cocky, self-assured grin.

I let them stand together so they could have some photos together for the press to print then Fabrico takes my hand again, leading me up the stairs where all the questions came about my pregnancy but I didn't say a word. Everything is good. I never thought I'd have a happy ending to my life while I was just a mere telemarketer until I found Fabrico. At this point, I don't know who found who because no matter what we'd been through, he never gave up on me. So I can say, I have a happy ending with the perfect family and I can say I'm living the fairytale life and rocking it well as well!! .......THE END...... What??? That's the end of The Forever Plan?? Yes, it is. I'm so grateful for those of

Always. We walk back down the aisle. Married. Happy. Complete. The reception is perfect. Dinner. Dancing. Speeches. Marcus makes everyone cry. Sophia makes everyone laugh. Evelyn toasts. Julian toasts again. We dance. First dance. Like that first night. But with music. With witnesses. With everything. “We did it,” he whispers. “We really did.” “Forever.” “Forever.” Sunset fades. Stars appear. Our wedding. Our day. Our forever. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

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."

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

I’ll replace every memory you left with him, just like this dress. Every word felt like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart. I zoomed in on the photo and stared at Vincent for a long time. He stood behind her, dressed in a tailored suit, a faint smile on his lips. Before I realized it, my eyes had turned red. It seemed I loved him so much that I was crying happy tears for him. I didn’t go home that entire night. After staying on the Brooklyn Bridge for most of the night, I took the earliest subway to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Vincent and Elena would be getting married in four days.