From Chance Encounter To Cherished Bride Novels & Stories

I mean he bought a whole Island and a yacht. We had a spa session then in the evening, we hosted a bonfire wine party. We had to invite more girls to the island paying for their flights as well. It was fun spending money I didn't raise a hand to work for, Asphalt is such a blessing to me. “Congratulations, Janet, your husband is so loving. He must really want you to be the best bride of the year," one of the guests praised while I smiled at them. “So when is the wedding?," Another woman asked to join the circle.

She had to be a relative or a friend of someone… My heart was racing, my whole body started to sweat. “Ben! Look at me,” Chance said, grabbing my arms. “I’m okay. I’m … oh. My wives!! They’ll be furious. I was just with two, I should shower before I meet her,” I blabbered on like an idiot. Chance smiled and shook his head. “Man, I got damn lucky with Katrina. Like the mate lottery winner right here. Perfect, smart, beautiful, and NO STRINGS, no drama,” he laughed. I was already fumbling out of my clothes and Chance sat on the sitting sofa just outside my closet.

Not in his world. And yet, for a fleeting second, I imagined what it would be like to be the real bride—to have those eyes look at me like I mattered. He was handsome. Dangerously so. The kind of man girls dreamed about and mothers warned their daughters to run from. But one thing I found strange was that he looked familiar, like someone I had met in the past, but can't place my fingers on exactly. And I was the wrong bride walking straight into his life. I just stood there drooling over him, I didn't realize he was talking.

she chuckles, and I have to laugh with her, heart-warmed that after facing life’s challenges so early in life, she now has so much to be thankful for. “When I arrived here so young, it was a scary experience. I hadn’t even been out of my state before, and I was suddenly in this new country. I felt so awful those first few months in the famous London,” she shakes her head as if nostalgic. “But I couldn't have wished for a better husband than Patrick. He took such good care of me, went out of his way to settle me in, he loved me so completely that I was soon no longer homesick. He was a wonderful man.” As she talks, I notice she still wears her wedding ring, a dull brass band, a testament to t

We exchanged our rings and sealed the contract commitment with a kiss. And we lived happily ever after. THE END. Sike! I'm just kidding. This was only the beginning of everything. Buckle up, folks, because this story is just getting started! Old legends have it that it's bad luck for the groom to catch a glimpse of the bride in her dress before the big day. But that's probably nothing compared to the apocalypse that unfolds when the bride's ex decides to kiss her right before she says "I do." So THE END..... of this chapter.

He was mine, and he was her rock too. Elena appeared at the far end of the aisle, radiant in a gown that shimmered softly in the sunlight. Her hand rested lightly on my brother-in-law Enzo’s arm, his expression a mixture of nerves and elation. Aristide stepped forward to meet her, taking her hand with a quiet firmness, and for a moment, I could see the boy and girl who had grown up in the shadow of Matteo’s demanding presence, now stepping into their own lives.

He promised, and just like that, all my fears, everything I had felt, disappeared. It didn’t matter how many eyes would be on me; I didn’t care about the encounter either. Maybe I wasn’t done fighting fate just yet. . Gasps followed me as I walked down the path. Some fell to their knees, and only then did I realize they believed I was some kind of deity. Julia and the other empresses stood on the platform—I was meant to join them I felt like a bride walking down the aisle; in a way, this was very similar to that. The moment a bride gets married, she begins a new life, one she would spend with her husband by her side. The Encounter would have been the beginning of a new life for me.

For him, I was willing to give it another shot. I flashed a grin and reached out my hand. "Hi, I'm Cecilia. Your bride-to-be." Bernardo looked at me with a sneer. "You think you, in your pitiful state, are fit to marry me? You're not even worth shining my shoes. Dream on." His contempt was like a splash of icy water, steadying my pulse. "Miss your toothbrush this morning, or is your breath always this stinky? Didn't anyone teach you manners?" I shot back.

His eyes found mine once more. "Solid ground is definitely good," I stated with a smirk, emboldened by the deepening connection between us, the invisible thread of fate drawing us closer together. In that enchanted moment, as the sky deepened into an exquisite canvas of stars sparkling like diamonds scattered across velvet, Clara’s voice drifted from behind us, breaking the spell. "Dinner is served.” With a playful nudge, Randall beckoned me forward. "Let’s see what lavishness they’ve prepared for us, my lovely bride."

And Cherry on the top, my bride had three possessive brothers. 'But I am ready to fight with everyone if at the end of everything my prize is my human bride.', I thought but the biggest problem was still not mentioned above. 'Will my bride accept me for what I am and will she leave her family, siblings, her living body, and her world to be with me?' . . I couldn't stop myself from staring at her. She looked kind of cute with her round chubby cheeks and her doe eyes. I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect.