His Reluctant Bride Novels & Stories

he said to no one in particular, "I guess this is what we get for trying to have a relaxing honeymoon." Isla smirked. "I think we both knew this was never going to be easy." "True," Adrian said, his tone still amused. "But hey, at least it’s never boring."

His voice carried clearly enough for our unwelcome neighbor to hear every word. I shook my head quickly. The young man beside us had gone notably quiet, suddenly finding great interest in the wedding program and avoiding all eye contact. A sudden collective cheer rose from the gathered guests, drawing my attention back to the reason we were all here. The bride was making her entrance, and the sight took my breath away completely. She came down the far end of the red carpet like a vision from a dream, her arm linked with her father's in the traditional manner. The ocean breeze caught her veil, making it dance behind her like captured moonlight. Her gown was a masterpiece of simplicity and ele

Inside the limousine sat a bride. She was dressed in an elegant white wedding gown, her head resting against the window, and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She wasn't sleeping. She was dead. Lorrie slowly walked closer despite Lorenzo's warning. The moment she saw the woman's face, she gasped. The bride looked almost her age—beautiful, peaceful, as though she had simply fallen asleep. Around her neck hung a silver placard. Three words had been engraved into it: > **Contract Brides Die.**>

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

She glanced at her brother, who had zero concern about her and lowered her head more in defeat. Poor soul. She truly had nothing, and no one left. “Let’s begin.” Kieran cleared his throat, holding her firmly by the back, enough force to startle her, yet she didn’t dare to complain. And just that, Kieran Montrose married his vengeful bride, Leila Reid.

He reached out his hand to her, his fingers long, steady, and warm. She let go of her father’s arm and placed her hand in Xavier’s. “You look breathtaking, bride,” Xavier whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear. A dangerous, intoxicating smirk touched the corner of his lips. “Ready to change Manhattan history?” “Sign the papers,” she whispered back, her heart beating with pure adrenaline. The officiant was sweating, looking frantically between them and the marriage license resting on the wooden podium. “Miss Bridgerton… Mr. Cross… is this…”

Don Pedro’s smile widened, “Oh, mi corazon, you misunderstand. I have arranged a little ceremony here today. A wedding, if you will. And until you say those two little sweet words—I do—you will not be allowed to see your aunt.” I stared at him in disbelief. “You expect me to marry you?” He inclined his head, his tone matter-of-fact. “Yes, Tessa. You will say ‘I do’ and become my wife in the eye of God and not just on paper, and only then will your dear aunt be released into your care.” “Oh so you regard, God” “Absolutely not!” I cried, my voice breaking. “I will never marry you. I am not your bride, and I will never be yours.”

She voiced inwardly, “My Devil chosen me from hundreds of sexy barmaids by his side. Why should I worry with an insecure feeling? Let’s consider this as a test for Devil to show his sincerity to me.” Soon some dragon maids brought luxurious fabrics and precious jewels, when Nora asked, they replied, “It’s an offer from our majestic queen for the exclusive brides.” Nora ordered Akshara, “Don’t just stand like a dead log there, come on groom them.” Akshara nodded and went near the blonde bride. The blonde bride refuses to get groomed by Akshara saying, “Aren’t you the harlot from the cave bar? I have heard on my way here.”

He asked in a bewildered tone, “I can borrow the cars, that’s no problem, I haven’t driven them since the car show. But dear, I’ve only heard about the convoy to pick up the bride and I’ve never heard of a convoy to send the bride. What kind of absurd rule is this?” Claire answered, “My friend was a resident student back in high school and she was from the rural county at the outskirts of Aurous Hill. Yes, you’re right, traditionally, it’s supposed to be the groom who sends a convoy to pick up the bride. However, the groom’s side despises her, so they’ve intentionally made a harsh request, saying that they won’t be picking up the bride during the wedding and they’ve asked the bride’s side to

She nodded grimly,making the feathers in her hat wave as though caught in a strong breeze. After instructing her husband to stay where he was,she purposefully invaded the vestry and demanded to know what was going on. The distraught father of the bride was already there,having crept in through a side door as bearer of the alarming tidings. He was being revived with a small glass of altar wine. The appearance of Mrs Genovese,the bridegroom's mother,threw him into panic. "What's the meaning of this,Mr Tate?!" she queried "She's not well" replied Mr Tate out of panic