Kidnapped Bride Novels & Stories

"We persevere. We can't let her walk away, Joel. She's our mate. The woman we need." "The woman we love." Loved more than his pride. Hell, he'd beg her on his knees if he had to. Anything to have her give him a chance to prove his worth, and his love. "You book the flight," Kendrick ordered. "I'll get our luggage." "On it. Got a plan for when we get there?" Joel asked. "Actually, I do. I think it's time we took a page from our new tribal friends and kidnap our bride." Kidnap her, make love to her, and tell her in every way imaginable how much he cared and wanted to spend his life with her. He'd let nothing stand in his way to her heart-well, nothing except customs, which seemed determined to

But Becky's life hung in the balance. I swallowed, holding the glass tighter. Becky and I were lifelong friends. She was family. There had never been anything romantic between us, so why in the world did the devil himself so desperately require this marriage? What was he gaining from it? I frowned. This wasn't making any sense. My phone was still in my hand, and before I could even reach for it, there was a text on the screen. I half-watched it. And then, my heart was numb. BREAKING NEWS: Von Howard Empire heiress Giselle Von Howard kidnapped in Singapore. I almost dropped the glass. What?

"Okay,the marriage shall take place at the hall of longevity 12 days from now. we will be traveling to the kingdom of Windsor to offer our bride price.' Replied back the leader from icelandic kingdom. An agreement was made binding the two kingdoms in an arranged marriage. 12 days later in the hall of longevity The wedding venue was beautifully decorated.All delicacies and cuisines from different countries were prepared to celebrate the marriage.loud charters, music and instruments could be heard from afar. it was afterall a wedding if the century between the icelandic kingdom and the Windsor. Everyone was happy and was anticipating the arrival of the bride and groom but then a soldier rushed

I get to the bride's room and knock a couple of times, but the woman takes a couple of seconds to open, the sound of the elevator marking a limit of my time, she seems surprised to see me, as well as confused, but I don't have Time for some kind of fun punchline before I pounced on her, pulling the hand-towel over her face, though it takes effect almost immediately, the woman doesn't miss an opportunity to deliver a kick straight to my crotch, fear in her eyes before I the medicine making her pass out almost makes me feel bad for her, after all, I had heard her talk about how much she loved that idiot O'hara and how she would marry him and give him many children, so much it was ridiculous. H

She hadn't shown up, so how could the wedding have gone on? Just then, her phone vibrated. She glanced at it. One trending topic dominated every platform. "Fairmont's Wedding of the Century! Wealthy Heir Micah Jones Is Officially Off the Market!" "Congratulations to Mr. Micah Jones and Ms. Isabelle Lyon on Their Marriage!" Isabelle? Ruth's eyes widened in shock. She was about to tap into the news when her close friend called. "Congratulations, Ruth! You finally ditched that spoiled rich brat!"

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

Still frustrated with the man keeping her almost hostage, she opened the television and the news outlet started to play. “A woman in her twenties has been reported missing,” the news started to report. Her eyes landed on the photo of the woman who was supposedly missing. “Zaria Akurst was reported missing by her husband. It said she had been missing for a few days before being reported.” Her eyes widened upon hearing what was happening.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

She couldn't see where they were going because the car was covered in black glass. Who were these men and what did they want with her? they knew her deepest secret and it was scaring her. who was the lady they were dragging and touching earlier and how come she was carried instead of that lady. Was it a planned work or was it one of the men she had met that day? what if it was the man who she slapped while he was touching her. Is this his plan of revenge, or was it the man she walked out on when she asked her to be his mistress or it could have been the third man because he said something about her not coming from a rich background? Did he know her parents or her story and could any of those

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”