His Reluctant Bride Novels & Stories

“It’s just five hours till the wedding. Don would….” “Don won’t do anything about it. A girl only experience this once. I’m getting married against my will but it doesn’t mean I should look like my problems”, Arya hissed. “Yes, la moglie di Don”, Rosa said as she stepped out to talk to the seamstress. “A black wedding dress ! What does this douche bag take me for? He didn’t even consult me about my own wedding dress. I’d rather get married in this robe”, Arya thought to herself.

Blake asked with agitation. Pauline smiled, attempting to put on the charm. “Nothing to cause total upset future-in-law. Go back to you room and have a drink or something. I think there are appetizers left –” “I don’t want a drink or any damn appetizers. I want my bride,” Brad said bluntly. Uh oh. He’s about to lose it. “Let me in,” Blake ordered. “You can’t see the bride before the wedding. You know – ooo!” Pauline chirped as Blake pushed the door against her with force.

It was constructed over five hundred years ago and is revered as the oldest church in the country. We wait in the limousine for the ceremony to commence. After a few more minutes, the wedding coordinator approaches us. "The groom is already inside, so be prepared in two minutes," she informs us. "This is it, Martina. It's your moment to shine," Alicia smirks, and we make our way towards the closed door. Alicia, Stefanie, and Fiona enter through the side door, while Fiona, my dad, and I wait outside. After a few more minutes, the grand door finally opens. The familiar tune of the "Bridal Chorus," likely the most renowned wedding song, fills the air.

He took a step closer, and I hated how my heart reacted, how it thudded traitorously in my chest. “What I want is actually quite simple,” he said. “Marry me Liora. A contract marriage. That’s all I ask.” He paused, letting the silence tighten between us. “In return, I’ll make sure not only Caleb lives, but also revives your family name.” I stared at him, stunned. And then I laughed. “A contract marriage? With you? You’re even more insane than I thought." What makes him even think I’d ever agree to this?”

“What do you mean?” Dad looked away, his grip tightening around his empty glass. “He wanted you. As his bride. A contract wife for six months. He didn’t disclose why he wanted you, but he said that if I agreed, he’d clear all my debts.” I felt the ground shift beneath me. Marriage? To a complete stranger? There was no way I was getting married to some rich bastard. My voice came out hollow. “And… what did you say?” Dad’s eyes snapped to mine. “There’s no way I’d agree to that. I told him I’d get him his money. I can’t sell my daughter to him.”

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

The roots jerked, yanking her closer to the opening, scraping her body against the stone. The whisper of the trees pressed against her head. “Kneel! Kneel, and we won’t devour you.” Her throat constricted tightly. “I…” She slammed her hand against the floor, her fingers bloodied as she forced out a scream. “No! I won’t kneel!” she replied fiercely. The trees hissed like flames igniting dry leaves. The First Bride's voice turned seductive once more. “Then crawl, little bride. Crawl into them. That counts as begging too.”

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."

“Then the war is over. The contract is fulfilled. I have my son, and you have your brother’s legal heir.” Alexander did not answer immediately. His grip around my waist tightened, his fingers pressing into my hip with sudden possession that made my heart skip. “The contract isn’t over, Elena,” he whispered, his deep voice close to my ear. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His gray eyes were on me, dark and intense. The look in them had nothing to do with the company or his brother’s legacy. It was something deeper. Something dangerous. “What do you mean?” I asked, struggling to breathe. “Gideon is caught. The twins are safe. Why do we still need the fake marriage?”

“Then give me something better. Your alpha steps down from public leadership. You become the visible face of the new order. The human who tamed the wolves. The consortium gets access to certain resources. In exchange the files disappear and your family lives in peace. You have until sunrise to decide. The answer is yes or no.” Zara took one step closer. “I already chose years ago. In this exact room. I chose the man who never asked me to shrink. I chose the bond that saved us when every old law tried to break us. I will not sell my children’s future so you can own the story.” Sebastian Crowe sighed. “Then we do this the hard way.” He pressed a button under the table. The doors locked. Gas be