I Knew The Bride Novels & Stories

She softened her voice and said, "I admit that it's my fault for standing you up three years ago. But I did send you a message to explain the situation, didn't I? "Matthew was very ill and needed someone to take care of him. I was worried that he would get too emotional if he found out that we were getting married. I didn't expect you to throw a tantrum and leave the country the next day without so much as a word to me. You made me wait for you for three years. "Fortunately, you still came back for me. Marry me and stay here. We can spend the rest of our days together." I nearly burst out laughing when I took in her self-righteous expression.

Mandy asked. Saying I was nervous would be an understatement. I was terrified. This was my wedding. I was about to marry the one and only Ivan Lewis Adams. New York's most eligible bachelor. I bet Katie Mckinzee will try to murder me in my sleep when she hears about this. I’ll have to change my name and move to Mexico.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

I could only force down the discomfort I felt and thank them in stiff tones, even though the only thought running through my mind then was how much I wanted to be standing here with Susanna instead. Elena's father walked her down the aisle, their pace slow and measured. Diamonds adorned the snow-white wedding dress she wore, and the tiara atop her head sparkled brilliantly. I was well aware that I should be stepping forward to accept my "bride", but it was as though my feet had turned to lead, pinning me in place. All the while, my gaze was focused on a spot somewhere in the distance—in the direction of the villa where Susanna and I lived.

Isabelle went to the bride to introduce me and as Isabelle’s fellow bride walked towards me I just stared at her. The bride’s face is familiar to me. It wasn’t until the bride got close to me that I remembered where I saw the bride and she was the one with Alex yesterday who was called the child’s mommy and called Alex daddy. Does that mean Alex is getting married now?

Kate's excitement and anticipation were palpable as she waited for the moment when she would finally walk down the aisle and marry the love of her life. Inside the bride's room, a palpable sense of emotion hung in the air as Kate sat in her bridal chair, surrounded by her loved ones. Her mother, Mrs. Morrone, best friend Olivia, therapist Nancy, and Mrs. Thompson all gazed at her in awe. Mrs. Morrone broke the silence, her voice choked with tears as she spoke. "Kate, you look absolutely stunning in that wedding dress. I am so proud of the beautiful woman you have become."

I am about to stand in front of his mother, who hates me, and a mate he rejected, who fantasizes about drowning me. But I nod. “Yes, I'm ready.” She beams again. Dad comes over and gives my hand a firm squeeze. “You've always made me proud; you're my strong girl,” he says. I do not feel strong. But I squeeze back. “Thank you, Dad.” I smile looking at Nanny Ruth. There is a knock on the door, and a maid steps in. “Alpha Brandon requests the presence of the bride.” Bride. The word twisted something in my guts, making me feel like vomiting, but I hold it back like I've been doing for the past week.

Why? The driver stopped at a huge church and standing right in front of it is my dad and mom. "What took you so long?!" Mom yells. "We don't have time for this. Come. Follow me in." Dad says. I cross my arm with his and he starts walking me towards the bridegroom. The bridegroom looks at me with a happy smile but he doesn't know that he is getting married to the wrong bride or so I thought. After some other things, of which my mind totally blanked out, it finally got to the part where I am asked,

I inquired, puzzled by his expression. "I thought you were going to show me the dress you were selecting," he said, his tone filled with curiosity. I offered a small smile and explained, "Well, I know this isn't the wedding we all had in mind, but it's happening nonetheless. I want to honor some of the traditions and one of them is that the groom can't see the bride's wedding dress before the wedding." Understanding dawned in Sebastian's eyes, and he nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, I respect that.”