His Reluctant Bride Novels & Stories

The clock was ticking with twelve minutes left before the ceremony was supposed to begin. The wedding car that my bride, Teagan, and I sat in stopped at the curb. The church doors stood open a hundred yards away, ready for our arrival. My parents and relatives were gathered outside with the officiant, photographer, wedding coordinator, and the rest of the bridal party. The wedding coordinator’s voice came through my earpiece. “Parker, you’re clear to head in. We’re starting at 9 sharp.” I was about to tell the driver to go when the door of the groomsmen’s SUV behind us swung open. “Hold up. I forgot my tie.” That was enough to halt the entire procession. Teagan unbuckled her

The anchor’s voice floated through the air like perfume,sweet, polished, false. > “The ceremony took place at St. Verena’s Cathedral this morning. The bride, radiant in her wedding dress, was accompanied by Castell patriarch Edwin Castell himself, who appeared frail but proud. The groom, Dimitri Moretti, heir to the Moretti banking family, looked dashing beside her…” Charles didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He’d already memorized the frame before the sound even began, her face, lifted beneath the veil, pale and perfect, eyes steady as though she wasn’t walking into a trap.

James Crane was the shape I'd seen in the distance. He was also dressed and looking handsome in a black tux. His blue eyes were piercing in their intensity. The love in them stole the breath from my lungs. I wondered why Alicia had lied to me. I wanted to ask why people were here,but I didn't ask any of those questions. I just watched James drop to his knee. Oh my God. It was happening. "You are the most important person in my life. I don't want to live another day without you. At the risk of being sappy,you complete me. Please marry me."

What are we going to do then? The occupants of the room all looked at one another, Mrs Sanders laughed out first the other’s followed suit, suddenly feeling refreshed, she tilted her head, and smiled genuinely at Polly for the very first time in her life “ I have always given my daughter whatever she desired in life. And she doesn’t take no for an answer, No matter how reluctant he is, no matter how much he likes the title of being the Reluctant Groom he can’t be reluctant forever.” She said with a beam on her face

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.

“The host is asking you a question.” “Mr. Fulcher…” The host was clearly able to see how unwilling the groom of this wedding was. What’s more, the unwilling groom was none other than the great Julian Fulcher. If he wasn’t careful, he might end up losing his life in this wedding! He wiped away the sweat on his brow, and forced a smile on his face. He turned to look into Julian’s eyes and repeated, “Mr. Fulcher, do you have any words for your new bride?”

“We don’t have time for these old stories, so stop getting me sidetracked.” Nikolai decided not to remind her that it was he who first talked the old stories, not him. “Yes, your bride-to-be is gone,” Beatrice said, her voice tight with anger and maybe a little bit of disappointment. “She ran away— eloped last evening shortly after we all retired for the night.” She frowned and made a sound of outrage. “With her boyfriend apparently who is a lieutenant in the Army! Or should I say a former lieutenant? I should hope he’ll be court-martialed after pulling this stunt.”

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

The Luke family stood frozen under the weight of countless scrutinizing gazes, their expressions pale with shock, unsure of how to respond. Ivy looked at the images, her eyes devoid of fear or excuses—just an eerie emptiness. This was happening again. She was used to being humiliated. But she refused to drag Luke into this mess. Stepping forward, her voice was calm yet resounded throughout the hall with unwavering clarity: “This wedding… I am calling it off.” A deafening silence followed. Gasps of disbelief filled the air. No one could fathom that the bride herself would be the one to cancel her own wedding.

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.