From Chance Encounter To Cherished Bride Novels & Stories

Virginia Credence was a woman who wanted that the world should revolve round her and according to her it still did. She had not been able to snag the handsome Bolivian international polo player as husband. Neither had she wanted to in her life. She was perfectly happy and contented to just win the pageant of Miss Universe Title which had been held in Rio de Janerio that year causing them both to meet. Of course, she had not meant to get pregnant by him under any circumstances. That was just an unfortunate accident, especially when she was engaged to marry the Cattle Baron of the country, the Lachlans’ oldest son.

The pieces were starting to form a pattern I recognized all too well. I watched as Brigid placed a hand over her mouth, eyes widening with delight. "Oh my goddess, that is why I chose to anchor the ball last night. It's all about young love." She leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "I found my husband by a stroke of luck, you know. He already had a mate. But we were destined to be together."

Damon was waiting for her in the living room, his expression unreadable as she walked in. "How did it go?" he asked. She sank into the couch, her hands still resting protectively on her belly. "It felt... strange. Like we were meeting for the first time. It was awkward, but also... nice." Damon nodded, waiting for her to continue. "It felt like a first date," she admitted, her voice tinged with disbelief. "We missed all of that, you know? We got married first and fell in love later. We never had the chance to be... normal."

She had read a beautiful line: Meeting in the vast sea of people, at the moment their eyes meet, ripples sway in both of their eyes, that is the collision of fate. Benjamin whispered in her ear, "Wife, our meeting was also arranged in the dark. You and I didn't know each other, but because of an attraction, I met you." Amanda pursed her lips, smiling happily. The bride and groom on stage had already exchanged rings. The relatives and friends below gave the warmest applause. Claire cried, today's happiness was something she never dared to dream of. Gilbert held her hand tightly, comforting her, "Claire, from now on we are husband and wife. Don't cry, or I'll start crying too. I'm so happy, Cl

he specified. What was this? The damn Victorian era? It was the twenty-first century, for God’s sake! Yet, here was his Grandfather, acting like he was some Grand Duke ready to hand over the dukedom only if his Grandson married a pure and virginal bride! The worst of it all was that finding a woman to marry him in name only would be easy - but finding a virgin? How would his Grandfather even know if she was a virgin? True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so.

Her heart felt like someone lanced at it. His words struck her. Adrian was right. He was not like that before he died. He was the kindest man she had ever met. Thane squeezed her hand and when she looked at him, he nodded and pinched her gently on the chin. Her doubts suddenly disappeared. She wanted to be happy so she resurrected the only man she thought she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She had never expected to find her mate after turning back the time.

"That night, it should have been you. I thought you would rage, curse, and wait for me to come back. I never imagined that…" He looked up at Brad. "I'll give Tricia back to you. I'll give everything back. Just give Charlene back to me. Let's redo the bride heist, okay?" I smiled faintly. "Nicholas, the bride heist isn't child's play. In our village, if the wrong bride gets taken, that's fate. Heaven willed me to leave with Brad, so that's what I did." I took a step back and returned to Brad's side.

Together, we walk around the corner and look down the aisle at everyone anxiously waiting for us. I take a deep breath and flash my brilliant smile as we walk in unison down the aisle and into the next stage of our lives. My mind flashes back to that one night in the bar, and Chance’s scowl. It is amazing how one simple bet has changed my entire life. I don’t think I could ever thank Chance enough for what he has done for me, but I plan to enjoy the rest of my life with amazing husband.

Despite his disheveled state, Chance still attended the wedding. The Zanes held a grand wedding, and the bride was also stunning. Something about her back struck Chance as familiar. "The bride, Nora Song, met the Zane household's eldest son when…" said the emcee. Chance staggered when he heard that, knocking over a column of flowers. "Nora!" he yelled. He rushed onto the stage and grabbed my wrist in a frenzy. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Jenson Zane calmly stepped in front of me. His palm rested lightly on my lower back.

Harrison laughed, explaining, "Your Highness, there's no need to worry. Only unmarried men are allowed to participate. Moreover, the bride’s chosen one is positioned favorably, and there are attendants around to ensure that the person she chooses catches the ball." Understanding now, Ethan smiled, "I see." Harrison pulled Ethan closer, his eyes sparkling, "Your Highness, there’s a bride about to throw her ball over there. Let’s go see!" The two quickly made their way towards the crowd gathered below a balcony. The bride, adorned beautifully, her face radiant and excited, wore a flowing red gown. Her face glowed with anticipation. She scanned the crowd below, searching for her chosen one. Sud