Kidnapped Bride Manga Novels & Stories

“Sorry to disturb you signora, but there’s a delivery for you. It has no name, just this.” She handed Elena a small parcel. Inside was a beautiful rose, and a note handwritten in neat calligraphy: “For the mysterious widow who hides masterpieces in plain sight. Let Rome see you, even just for a night. …Giovanni.” … That night, after she had taken a long bath and was standing in front of her bedroom mirror, brushing her damp hair. Her mind wandered yet again, uninvited, to the dark years she had spent locked in silence. Without joy or laughter… now she had a built a wall so high around herself that even her own heartbeat could not escape.

"Hey, I'm not afraid of threats from you. You will regret kidnapping me who is a stubborn woman. I would rather die than marry you, ah—" I was shocked when his hand grabbed my neck, pressing hard until my head snapped back. "You think death is the best choice for you hmm—even to die, you have to beg me!" "Eummph—" He kissed me, rough, hasty and greedy until I was out of breath. "Hh—you" "You want to play with me hmm—I will serve you happily" Bastard! He bit my lip, the taste of blood tasted on my tongue… damn! What kind of man is he! Is there any woman who can love a sadistic man like him. Oh God save me from this devil.

' thought Eskylrious with a smirk . " I.......seriously.......look ! I am sorry if I said anything that offended you ! " said Kiara with a serious expression and a nervous smile . Eskylrious put his hand away and lifted her from the table then slowly placed her on the chair . ' I really don't understand this guy . ' thought Kiara with a confused expression . " Hmh...pp !............In short , the bride is a peace bridge between the ruling clan of the vampires and the other clans . " said Eskylrious .

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My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

Alex and I were both billionaires, but even we didn't have that kind of money just lying around. We reached out to our business partners, hoping that they could lend us the money. But instead of help, we received a shocking revelation. One of our closest friends and business partners had been working against us all along. He had orchestrated the entire kidnapping in order to gain control of our company. Alex and I were devastated. We had trusted this man with everything, and he had betrayed us in the worst way possible. We had to act fast to save our daughter and take back what was rightfully ours.

At the age of sixteen and a half, Gianna had mostly mastered the ability to control her temper. We were escorted into the changing area by the store owner. Umberto and the other guy remained in front of the closed drapes. Mother sat down on the comfortable white sofa with Lily and Gianna and started looking through the exhibit of bridal dresses. In the center of the room, I was standing. My throat tightened at the sight of all the white tulle, silk, gossamer, and brocade and what it symbolized. I would soon be a married lady. The walls of the changing room were covered with love quotes, which seemed insulting given the stark reality of my situation. What was love if not a foolish dream? I fe

I said, my eyes briefly darting up to the stairwell where he had passed a few moments ago. “Boyfriend?” She asked. This would be the perfect time to just say it so I did. “Husband” A silence. There. A few seconds passed. Still silent then her jaw dropped like the information was just reaching her ears. “Girl, you got married and I wasn't invited? Bye, I'm hanging up” she pouted. “No wait wait” I laughed. “I'm sorry okay? Things just happened fast and we got married” I said, omitting the part where he threatened me with death and made me marry me after I had stolen from him because I had kleptomania.

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.

But the moment he stepped into the chamber, his eyes drifted. They landed on the bed—on the bruised, torn body of the warlord’s bride. On the marks she hadn’t spoken of. The pain she’d borne in silence. Rhazien moved instantly, faster than thought. He positioned himself between them with a force that cracked the air. A snarl tore from his throat, reverberating like a tremor through the chamber. "Look at her again and I'll rip the sight from your skull." The Spymaster flinched, then dropped his gaze to the floor.