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Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

"I've never seen him grieve as he has with his last bride, Calista. The fool loved her deeply. Too deeply. When Acasia transcended, Calista was still alive. He begged the Gods and Goddesses for her life. It's harder now that we know turning a bride into a dragon is truly possible. I'm a realist, though. It took thousands of years for one of us to break the curse. It will be thousands more before it happens again. Sarn is angry and lonely. I can tell you from experience that it's a lethal combination. Yes, if you have no choice, kill him." My bride is quiet after this speech. This needed to be said, though I'm sorry it has upset her. We finally arrive. "Are you ready?" "Yes, quite ready." I'm

“Today, I’m proud to announce that I’ve found that person. Someone who has stood by me in ways I never expected.” I paused, letting the anticipation build. Then I turned toward the grand doors at the edge of the garden. “And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce my bride.” The doors opened, and there she was—Sienna Brooks. The collective gasp from the crowd was almost audible. I didn’t need to look at Victor, Grace, Edwina, or Ethan to know their reactions. The silence was deafening, followed quickly by frantic whispers. “That’s her?” “It can’t be!”

like me, it was a death sentence. I looked at Silas, my eyes pleading. Help me. Silas looked at the crowd, then back at me. His grip on my hand tightened. I expected him to defend me, to tell them I was exempt. Instead, he narrowed his eyes. "The bride will participate," Silas announced, his voice booming like thunder. "But she will not be the prey." He looked at Kaelin, a dark, lethal smile spreading across his face. "She will hunt with me."

Bang! Vivi blinked in surprise and snapped out of her reverie when she heard the sound of the door closing. And she unconsciously held her breath with a racing heart as she saw a man in a black tuxedo enter the room. "Why is it so quiet in here? Is there no family with you? Don't you have any friends? Why would a bride sit alone daydreaming on her wedding day like this?" Vivi frowned and turned to see the man standing before her more clearly because she didn't recognize him.

His words made my heart flutter; I couldn’t have wished for a better partner. His fingers intertwined with mine, and he kissed my backhand, and I blushed. His smile radiated warmth as he declared, “Let’s go, my wife.” As we turned to leave, Silas paused, casting one final scornful glance at Brenda, “I reserved this mall exclusively for my wife. I won’t hesitate to end you on the spot if you dare to show up again.” With that, we walked away, leaving behind a shattered Brenda and a newfound sense of security in Silas’ unwavering love.

A deafening silence meets the words of the young priest as the charming gorgeous bride snaps her mouth shut and lowers her head as tears trickle down her cheeks in waves ruining her lovely makeup and rendering her a mess of herself. "Why ain't she saying anything?" "Isn't she happy that she's getting married to a billionaire hot guy like him?" "Is she sobbing?" "Perhaps she still loves her good for nothing ex that left her and ran away…" "I'm sorry to say this but she's a fool if that's the case! I just wish I'm her...," The aesthetic attendees relaxing in the nave on their various couches start murmuring shamelessly without an ounce of care considering the fact that the bride might be heari

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sound of church bells, melancholy but resounding, reached the heart of a nearby girl, during a sacred marriage in progress. In the middle of the church is a couple of bride and groom saying their vows, the bride's gentle face smiling. The groom is tall and stylish, lightly kissing the bride's cheeks, with a loving face, this scene is so happy, it makes many people dream. However, she was the only person in the lonely and lonely hall, silently mourning and heartbreaking. Can she not be he

Having the go ahead, they gave directions to Carter, looking after the car oddly. The car pulled to a stop in front of a four-story packhouse, complete with marble columns and flowers everywhere you could see. The show of wealth made Kylan feel out of place as she stepped out of the car, her black locks falling down about her waist in soft curls. Could she really be the sister of someone who lives…here? As if Carter could hear her thoughts, he slipped his hand in hers and squeezed gently. “It’s okay, I got you.” A smile spread over her face as she gazed up at him. There was no question of her devotion to the man at her side, her future Alpha and chosen mate.

This, this quiet, demanded something more. Joe turned to confront him. He had taken off his suit jacket and tie. In the firelight, he looked more of the man stripped bare, not of his business, but of his ego. The lines on his face were not merely those of power, but of aloneness which this old, quiet house understood. "They have an expression here," Joe whispered, his voice within the room. "Stille Ehe. Silent marriage." Davidson waited, the tighter knot within his stomach. This was no longer a matter of legal documents.