Kidnapped Bride Novels & Stories

“We are here to retrieve his majesty’s wayward ward and return her back to her father’s keep.” Padraig felt his blood run cold. The king’s ward? Stealing the lass from her father was one thing, but stealing her from king Charles could have more serious consequences. “Tell us where she is.” Padraig glanced at his brothers. The king’s guard had removed their weapons. He clenched his teeth. Six against one were not good odds. Especially since they could also attack his unarmed brothers. “I wed her this morning according to Scottish custom. I stole her from her father since he would not let me have her when I asked. She is mine now.”

“A woman who inserts herself into a marriage, proudly carries an illegitimate child, and feels no shame—such a woman is not fit to enter this family.” Avery’s lips trembled. Her carefully crafted mask of innocence threatened to shatter. She clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles whitened, fighting desperately to maintain her fragile image. Mrs. Salvatore quickly stepped in. “Dad, you can’t say that! Elena is the one who interfered first—she’s the true third party! If she hadn’t schemed, Damien and Avery would already be married! And she even kidnapped Karl. You cannot ignore that!” “I never kidnapped Karl Salvatore,” Elena said firmly. “I was drugged. I was a victim too.”

All of this was two weeks ago, and as I stood on the altar, waiting for my husband-to-be, I couldn't help but reminisce on it. Two weeks ago, I was just a regular woman, going about my normal life as a waitress and taking care of my grandmother. However, it had all been destroyed when I was kidnapped on my way back home from work on a dark night. I was blindfolded and thrown into the back of a van. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a cold and damp room, and my kidnapper was staring at me with a menacing look on his face. He didn't waste any time and got straight to the point. He wanted me to take on the identity of some woman, and get married to Sebastian Jameson in her place.

Then, he went to the study. Brent reported honestly, "We found something about Ms. Miller. Back then, she was kidnapped and sold to the remote mountains in the south as a child bride." "A child bride?" Ethan spat the syllables from his mouth. "Yes. The mountain village was small and poor. The villagers were ignorant back then. Ms. Miller didn't have a good childhood. "I heard that she didn't have much freedom to move, and the food she ate was terrible as well. She even had to farm at a young age. She would be punished severely if she did something wrong."

Judging by the sound of footsteps, it sounded like there was a huge crowd around. When the blindfold was removed, all she could see were seceral women in the room. One of them had a glass of water in her hands as she offered Savannah, "Have a drink!" Savannah was in fact feeling a little thirsty. She hesitated for a while, then, finished it in one gulp. The women began untying her; ripped the tape off of her mouth then dragged her out of the room. "Where are you taking me?" Savannah refused to believe that she was kidnapped to get married with someone. Even if they were forcing her to marry the guy, this is not the way to treat the bride!

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

He returned to the main living room to meet the rest, “A woman just called to say the maid has been found unconscious by the seaside..” ___#* At the far end of a room was a medium-sized bed, and on the bed was Lillian. She was still laying there unconscious, but just as if she were being chased in the dream, she stirred up immediately. Memories from when she was kidnapped came flooding her head as she glanced at the room, it didn't look familiar at all. A tear rolled down her eye when she remembered Mark's look and his cruel act towards her. She felt angry at herself and hurt to know Mark instigated a second kidnap against her, not concerned about the history they shared together during thei

"That's a joke. Can you even survive without me? Besides, once you marry into the Astor family, who do you think is going to save you besides me? Who else would even care about you? "If you keep this up, don't expect me to come and get you back." With that, he pulled the tearful Veronica into his arms and softened his tone. "Veronica, don't cry. Someone like her isn't worth getting upset over. "I'll take you to a better bridal shop and have a one-of-a-kind wedding dress custom made for you." Then he wrapped his arm around Veronica and walked off, leaving me standing there disheveled and alone. After getting dressed, I stepped out of the bridal shop and realized just how middle of nowhere the