Kidnapped Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was coarse material digging into the bridge of my nose, and I realized I had a heavy cloth bag over my head. Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God. I tried to scream, but the bag smothered the sound into a pathetic, choked whimper. I had been kidnapped. “Arya!” I managed to gasp, the name barely audible even to my own ears. Where was she? Did they get her too? I prayed she had gotten away, that she had gone straight back to Liam or, Lorenzo. I wrestled against the ropes, but they were thick and cut painfully into my wrists. Stop fighting, Aryn. You need to know where you are.

In fact, at a point he set a date for the wedding, and we did have a wedding, but guess what? Yes, you guessed it right, that woman kidnapped me. She had been acting all innocent all her life, and she acted like she had nothing against me, but she kidnapped me on my wedding day, the day I was supposed to finally get married to my husband. Everyone looks at me like I am the evil one here; nobody questions her when she drugged me and drove me all the way down to Avalor to give as a sacrifice to Damien!

As if her body was grieving Nathaniel's departure, Katherine fell sick the next day. Although she had never been seriously sick before, she didn't know what else it could be. It was breakfast when it started. Lady Brandon just told her about the custom of the husband kidnapping his wife in her home at the Glaciar Coast - the unsuspecting wife was allowed to fight with sword and dagger against the barehanded man - when a bout of nausea hit her.

she said. I felt a different urge pushing me, and just like that, I planted a kiss on her lips. It felt soft, warm, and comfortable. Some people cheered for us, and others, I'm sure, didn't. My wedding ceremony was quiet. I asked Irina to wait in the bride's waiting room before we went to the getaway car. I thought everything was going as it should, until Igor came up to me, out of breath. "Boss, the bride's been kidnapped," Igor said softly.

It was turned off and they switched it on to check if they could find some clue in it but again, there was nothing in it. After searching for an hour, the Family decided to call the cops. The cops were also surprised as there was nothing that she had taken with her. All of her belongings were there except her wedding dress. She didn't even take her purse or any ID with her, so there was no doubt that she has not gone somewhere by herself. It was clearly looking like a case of kidnapping but the question was... Who kidnapped her? and Why?

That same night, she came across Patriarch Gerald Montclair collapsed in a park and rushed him to the hospital. When the old man eventually woke up and heard her story, he offered her a solution she never could have imagined. He arranged for her to marry his grandson, Caleb Montclair, claiming it was the perfect way for her to hide from her brother until things settled down. At first, Ashley refused. But the moment she saw Caleb, she fell in love with him at first sight. And against her better judgment, she agreed to the marriage, believing fate had finally brought someone into her life she could truly love. Only to spend the next three years being treated worse than a servant in his home.

"Yo-Your what?!" She stuttered. She tried to clean her ears and rubbed her eyes. She even tried pinching herself waiting for the moment that she would be waking up on her bed. Unfortunately, she was still seated on the comfortable seat staring at the amazingly looking guy in front of her. "My hire bride, Ms. Parker. You will be posing as my wife." He repeated with the same firmness on his voice. She stared crazily at him for a few seconds before harsh words exited her mouth. "Are you crazy? Me, get married, to you? Is this some kind of a sick joke?!"

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

Her hair was tied in a loose bun, and her green eyes shone, looking lost among everyone. She went to her grandmother and sat with her. I looked down and started checking my schedule for the day. After some time, a lawyer came and gave us or else said to give me the most shocking news. Get married to a girl who is not over 16, as I remember Mr. Williams used to talk about her being in school. Now, why would he want me to get married to a kid and then to his granddaughter? My head started hurting thinking about this. She is nowhere near a woman. Looking at her body, I can tell that her melons are not even developed yet, and they want me to get married to her. Wow, just wow.