His Reluctant Bride Novels & Stories

❗How would you feel if your husband invited his mistress over on your honeymoon?❗ ~~~~~~~~ The grand hall doors swung open, revealing the most beautiful bride of the year standing at the entrance with her father. Her expression was blurred by the piercing rays of the sun. She hesitated, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life—if only the marriage was for love, and not some damn business arrangement.

But there was no time to think. Only one question mattered now How do we get past them? We tried to come up with a plan. But nothing came. Nothing that would work. Then We saw a bride. An idea sparked instantly. “We need their help,” I said. We rushed toward them. “They won’t check the bride,” I whispered quickly. “The husband is supposed to see her face first.” It was a tradition. One they wouldn’t dare break. But the family refused. “No,” they said firmly. “This is not proper.”

"It's an outdated view. It is also legally binding." "And your brother?" "Is already married." A pause. "Conveniently." Cara looked back at the paper. "So you need a fiancée." "I need a convincing one," he said. "Someone my family will believe. Someone who won't be intimidated by the environment, won't become emotionally confused about the arrangement, and won't cause problems when it ends." "And you think that's me." "You argued back in a café full of people who were waiting for you to apologize," he said. "You weren't intimidated then. I don't expect you will be now."

His eyes flickered with confusion for a moment. "I decided to move on, and yes, I made the right choice. Now excuse me, I have to go; my bride is ready." After he left, I told that woman to disappear. I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking of the last three nights I had spent with Zaria. Then thought about my son. Raveth. The bride walked the carpet in small steps; she was a young witch named Mable. Looked obedient; Rune did not love her; he just needed a queen—an obedient one.

Vincent reasoned, sipping his overfilled glass. Todd thought about Jessica; he knew she would jump at the chance to be Mrs. Vandenburg. The problem was she was far from the virginal bride his grandfather wanted. On top of that. The idea of being married to her left a bad taste in his mouth. She was good for a fun time, but she was far too immature and a notorious party girl. She was not the kind of woman you took to an event and got taken seriously by business partners. “The problem is my Grandfather has made a contract stating that my bride had to be a virgin…”

The priest smiled at us, completely oblivious to the tension crackling between us. "You may now kiss your bride." I hesitated. Just for a second, I looked at her—really looked at her—and saw the unhappiness written all over her face. The reluctance. The clear desire to be anywhere but here. And something in me snapped. I'd done everything right. I'd agreed to this marriage, shown up, said my vows. I was giving her my name, my protection, my family's power and influence. And she couldn't even pretend to be happy about it.

Friends had sat beside one another in silence that no longer felt lonely. The garden had not become less about memory. It had become more about continuation. Ava slipped her arm through his. “You are thinking.” “I dislike how quickly everyone notices.” “You make it very obvious.” He looked toward the lake. “I was thinking about the title.” Nova looked curious. “The title?” He nodded slowly. “Silenced Bride.” A pause. “Relentless Love.” Another pause. “For a long time I thought those were opposite ideas.” The night remained quiet around them.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

Keith. “I want you to meet Miss Perfect. The perfect girl in our own world.” Bridgette said while pointing at Sunny who smiled shyly at us. “Y-you are h-her?” Keith said as he stammered. What is wrong with this guy? “Yah! Why do you stammer?” “B-b-because… I-I-I am BRusque, the one you are married to.” and what he said stunned me. “MARRIED?!” “Hyung, don’t scream. It’s just in the game. As if I can marry her in real life.”