His Exclusive Silent Bride 소설 & 이야기

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

The ballroom went silent. The city elite paused their conversations and lowered their crystal glasses. Rosaline did not wear the excessive diamonds or heavy makeup favored by the other Whitaker women. She wore nothing but quiet confidence. She radiated a sharp and untouchable elegance. Victor Hargrove stood near an ice sculpture at the bottom of the stairs. The young and ruthless CEO of Ironcrest Holdings paused with a champagne flute in his hand. His sharp eyes tracked her descent. He did not look away. Graham wasted no time once they reached the floor.

Their laughter drifted in. “Enough!” Papa roared. “Your mother spoiled you with nonsense delusions! I won’t let her fortune rot because her daughter is a silent, broken thing who can’t even say her own name. You will marry Ivan Petrov. You will smile at the wedding if you know what’s good for you. And after that… you will sign the papers and transfer everything to your brother, Arman.” **No, you can’t do this, Papa!** “I already have, Vanya.” His tone was final.

He didn’t catch my suggestion first and arched an eyebrow perfectly, “What?” “Why not her?” I repeated, a devilish smirk spreading on my lips, raising my glass. “She is silent, obedient. You can keep her silent using her sister’s shame. She will be the invisible bride that won’t bother you.” “Oh?” The realization hit him. He straightened his back and glanced in the direction she left, his eyes lingering there for a few moments. He comprehended the context. Slowly, an evil smirk spread on his lips. “Nice idea… I’ll think about it.”

The bride was still silent and stationary, sitting silently on the bed, with her quietness and quietude. “But for tonight, sorry, Xiu Mei... Really and really sorry, Xiu Mei... It’s me who’ll grab and take away your virginity, purity, and originality, not that General Lie Jun Xiong of yours... It’s me who’ll enjoy your beauty, hotness as well as your sexiness tonight, not that shit and bad ass General Lie Jun Xiong...” The bride was still patient within her quietness as well as quietude.

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

I stared longer than I should’ve, trying to decode her silence, to dig beneath the surface. Whatever was happening today, it wasn’t just shaking the bride. It was tearing down everything that stood around her. "It’s been so long since I had a cock inside my cunt. I’m starving for it, almost dying for you to take me.” The voice from the speakers cut through the tension in the hall again, yanking everyone's attention toward the altae and the giant screen behind the would-be couple. All eyes shifted there. Hushed murmurs died down, replaced by a heavy silence. One thick with disbelief and anticipation.

Her perfectly manicured hand was moving between his legs while her mouth worked against his neck, leaving lipstick marks like she was marking her territory. Diro's head was thrown back against the leather seat, his eyes closed in pleasure, his hands tangled in Faye's blonde hair as soft sounds escaped his lips. They were so lost in what they were doing that they didn't notice the two women approaching until Vanya's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Aren't you married to Beverly?"

The whispers were growing louder. They moved quietly at first. Soft whispers. Low murmurs. Side glances. But with every passing minute, they grew louder. More confident. More cruel. The guests shifted in their seats. Some leaned toward each other. Others covered their mouths as they spoke, pretending to be polite while feeding on the shame unfolding before them. Hours had passed. And still, the bride was still standing alone at the altar. No groom. No explanation. Just silence.

, if such a person is here the person should speak up or forever hold their peace”. The whole place was silent for about two seconds, and he continued “If so you may now unveil your bride and kiss her” he said. “I am against the union", the crowd heard from a distance, it was Heyley in the flesh.