Indian Bride Of Royal Prince Novels & Stories

Lara was therefore very excited. Lara enthusiastically asked, "How handsome is he? Is he better looking than the Crown Prince of our company?" Indira imagined the face of the man Lara was referring to for a few moments before grinning and proudly answering, "My future husband is a man who falls into the perfect category." "You who always seem to be ignorant of all men even think he's the perfect man, so what kind of foolish woman would do such a foolish thing on the eve of her wedding?" Lara chuckled before dragging her chair back to her own desk.

"Paternal grandfather." "Just relax and let your body relax." Mr. Harry encouraged. David nodded and he tried to calm down. Only ten minutes left until the ceremony begins. Someone said loudly. "The bride has arrived." David's heartbeat became faster. All eyes were on the beautiful woman walking toward the stage. Ella wears a white wedding dress with extremely attractive breasts, a small waist, and long slender skirts decorated with delicate gems, with every step she moves, they are sparkling. Therefore, her haughty and beautiful beauty is exalted even more.

“Sophia just dropped a bomb. It’s everywhere.” My stomach dropped. I grabbed my own phone and opened the browser. The headline hit me like ice water. “Wrong Bride Scandal: Sophia Harrington Claims Twin Sister Stole Billionaire Alexander Voss at the Altar” There were screenshots. Voice recordings. Even a short video of Sophia crying in front of cameras saying, “Emma took my place. She stole my husband. This marriage is a complete fraud.” Comments flooded in instantly. Thousands. Gold digger. Fake marriage. Poor Alexander.

She could not understand how a small person could talk to her like this. As soon as they reached down the hall, everyone's eyes went towards Abhay. Abhay announces his decision as soon as he reaches there and says that he is ready to marry Krishi. Till then Krishi also reaches there and tries to keep her point but till then Gitanjali Devi makes Abhay and Krishi sit next to each other and gives her blessings by applying Tilak to both of them and says,"Raja Sa, from today onwards your princess is ours."

I played with my food as I replied, "Yes. I received the invitation and am very excited about the event." She smiled at my answer. "Wonderful! You attended Prince Adrian of England's party, correct?" the empress asked next. I nodded. "I did. It was a lovely experience." "Who was chosen to be his bride?" "Sydney Sage. She's of noble blood, and they actually had a relationship in the past," I answered. My brows then furrowed, and I questioned, "How did you not know this? I understand that Russia's on the edge of Europe, but this occurred over a month ago. It should be old news."

It was a little thing, decorated with roses and marigold flowers, placed at the centre of the hall where we would get wed with Indian vows and rituals. When Kiara arrived, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. If I was looking like an Indian Prince then she looked like an Indian Princess. More like an Indian Queen wearing the red bridal lehenga, her face covered in minimal makeup and red lips. Even the bindi between her eyebrows was fucking hot. Her hair must be in a bun as she had a red veil like cloth covering half of her head, the golden mang tikka placed on her forehead.

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

She squealed happily leaving the room after planting kisses on his face. Just as they walked off the red carpet into the building, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up, and Cole emerged, in a tailored black designer suit that accentuated his chiseled physique. His dark hair was stylishly styled, adding to his irresistible charm. The women in the crowd melted at the sight of him, even married ones couldn't help but swoon, while their husbands shot angry glares in his direction. Cole winked at a stunning woman, who dramatically clutched her chest, her eyes fluttering closed. "Honey, did you see that? He just—" her husband glared at her, and she quickly shut her mouth, her face flushing with emb