His Reluctant Bride Novels & Stories

Ater ten minutes, Cayden heard a knock on his office door before it was flung wide open and his friend came to his full view. “What’s the rush?” James asked while he sauntered to his desk. Cayden sat up straight and reached for the stack of papers on the corner of his desk to hand it to James. After a moment, a frown appeared on James’s face as he flipped through the pages that contained vital information about the most beautiful women on the planet. “What are these?” James could not help but ask when he came to the last page. “That my friend is where we are going to look for my substitute bride,” Cayden said matter-of-factly.

The girls laughed as I made a jumping movement from my place on the ground to emphasize my hopping on a train, sloshing some wine in the glass and forcing me to recover quickly with my free hand to keep from any spills on the white carpet. “I agree with Joi. I mean, I was shocked when you called and asked me to be a bridesmaid,” Christie said as she placed her hand on her chest. “I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone! And now you’re getting married? I mean… who are you?!” We all laughed together again. “I know, I know, it’s quick, but it’s just something that I want to do. I love Rhett, more than any guy ever before, and I can see us settling down together.”

Elara was keenly aware of the wedding ring on her finger, a symbol of the vow she had recently taken. As they neared his mansion, the reality of her new life began to sink in. She was now Mrs. Damian Blackwood, the billionaire’s reluctant bride, tied to him in a marriage of convenience that neither of them truly wanted. But as much as she resented the circumstances that had brought them to this point, she couldn’t ignore the growing curiosity about the man she had just married.

“A-hm, I just want to let you know that even though lolo Miguel wants us to get married, I am not agreeing to it. I’m not ready for marriage, and we don’t love each other... I don’t want to rush into anything.” Reed was hurt by what the girl said; it was the first time a woman had rejected him. “I’m not going to force you for now. As I said, I will court you because that’s the promise I made to grandpa. If he wants me to marry you, I will do it... as long as it makes him happy."

It has been far too long. Crissy smiles at my softening expression. "Well," she continues the story. "Nobody thought to ask the bride if she was in agreement with their plan. She had always seemed so docile, so ready to do whatever the family needed, but this was one thing she wasn't ready to concede. She was already in love with her second cousin, Daniel Greyson."

They engaged in a serious conversation that lasted until Brooks knocked on the door, signaling that it was time for them to leave. "Call the bride out!" Brooks's command was delivered quietly but reached Gerald and Bradley's ears. Bradley had already stood in front of the officiant, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his future bride. The door to a room swung open, revealing a beautiful woman in a stunning wedding gown walking alongside Mr. Leonidas. Her strikingly beautiful yet perpetually cynical eyes now locked onto Gerald's with a sharp gaze. Instead of becoming angry, Gerald responded with a teasing smile in her direction.

Chapter 1: Lilac How does one reason with a bride convinced that a garden wedding during the rainy season is a splendid idea? I'm walking a tightrope here, trying not to undermine what the bride, Amanda Sykes, envisions as the 'wedding of the century.' Who in their right mind plans an outdoor ceremony when the rain has been relentless for weeks? Kimberly discreetly rolls her eyes, murmuring, "This is such a brilliant notion, isn't it? Marrying Jett Byrd of all people."

I enjoy that game and I always win. It only makes it more thrilling this time because my new bride is different. She doesn't wail and beg. She doesn't use tears to dissuade me from my course. She uses a chair and even her small fist. She's a warrior and this should be fun. What isn't fun is the stiff burden of my cock. I head to my chambers and mentally send a message to my manservant. "Deliver a tray of fruit and cheese to my bride. Take care that she doesn't kill you when you do."

Her eyes well with tears, and though I don’t quite buy the sentimental version of Nathan she always describes, I find myself believing her—if only because she looks like she’s about to cry. “We should get going, or we’ll be late,” Scarlett mutters, eyes fixed on her phone. “The bride is always allowed to be late to her own wedding,” Kalet’s grandmother says firmly. “But knowing my boss, he’s probably already standing there with a stopwatch in hand, counting down the minutes.” “If he waited weeks to marry her, he can wait a few more minutes.” Scarlett and I exchange a glance, both of us at a loss for a comeback. Thankfully, Kalet knocks on the door and saves us from having to lie.

She glanced at Zara every so often, as if reading the cracks between the lines. When the topic of the wedding came up, she said lightly, “So you’re marrying Mr. Tall, Brooding, and Suspicious? I need to see this man live and in HD.” Zara didn’t laugh. Kemi gave her a warning glance, and Chantel backed off. “Okay, I’ll reserve judgment until I see him. But you’ll gist me, yeah?” Zara looked out the window. “Sure.”