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the King's voice echoed "I am 23." "Are the bride and groom related to each other by blood?" "No… Priest" "Do both the bride and the groom consent freely to enter into marriage?" "yes… Priest" "Now you both can exchange your marital vows." "I accept you as mine, my lovely husband, King Archer, and I promise to be submissive," Pearl mumbled in a cracky voice. Now she had said it with her mouth that she accepts to be submissive. "I accept you as my lovely wife."

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

Kashton murmured, his voice a dark, rough whisper against Maeve's skin. "What?" Maeve frowned, trying to pull back to look at his face. Kashton didn't let her move. He pressed his hips harder against hers, pinning her completely to the glass, but his eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the wall behind her. "We are going to the Ridge," Kashton whispered, his thumb pressing hard against Maeve’s jaw, forcing her head tilted up. "And I don't give a damn who gets in my way. I'm taking back exactly what belongs to me."

I felt my cheeks redden at the attention. “This is my wife, Lucia Harold. She was to be mine and I have taken her now. Our engagement is happening in two nights and I invite everyone who will be there to come and celebrate with me” he looked around the table, measuring their reactions. The table was silent, a few expressions flashed on their faces but nothing major. I looked at the two queens but there wasn’t much of an expression on their faces. Alexia looked like she had known and Victoria looked neutral. Rhein raised his glass up and continued, “Cheers to my coming engagement and my beautiful soon to be wife and queen of this great kingdom” he cheered.

He leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing mine, and I wanted to push him away, wanted to rage and fight and refuse. But I couldn't. My body betrayed me, melting into his touch like it always did, like it was made to respond to him and him alone. "Think of this as the ultimate claim," he murmured against my mouth. "Gianna De Luca. You'll be my bride, and there's nothing on earth or beyond that could stop this from happening." The absolute certainty in his tone, the raw dominance radiating from him, should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a wave of heat straight through my belly.

said king Charles looking at the two of them with a smile . " I do ! " said Eskylrious looking at Kiara with a smile . ' At this moment , I feel like saying ' I do ' with all my heart . ' thought Kiara with a shy smile . " I....do ! " said Kiara . " With the absolute power from my position as the king and the church , I pronounce you husband and wife , crown prince and crown princess of England . You may seal your vow with a kiss . " said king Charles with a smile .

’, I thought. . “In the same way, you are Master Cade’s bride.”, There are no mirrors in front of me but I knew the size of the eyes had grown in the shape of a melon. “But in werewolves, mates are paired by the Moon Goddess and here, Bride is chosen by the ruling King.” . Oh! . “King Black chose you as Master Cade’s bride assuming that you will also be strong and powerful just like your parents but it turned out that you are nowhere to them in terms of powers that’s why he wanted to get rid of you.”

Jacobs. I walked through the tunnel of white wedding arches decorated with white and red roses, my hands keep on shaking that I almost drop the bouquet of flowers. On the side of the venue were Vincent’s men wearing black suits. There were no visitors that I personally know, they were all just Vincent’s men and so I knew I couldn’t do anything to escape. At the end of the long aisle filled with scattered rose petals was the devil. He was wearing a well-pressed white suit with a black bowtie that went perfectly with his curly black hair which made him appear like a prince. A devil prince perhaps. He was staring at me with his usual intimidating gaze that could melt someone on the spot. Tears

“You are weak. You beg. You hesitate. You doubt. You don’t deserve him or deserve survival. But I do…I am the bride who never disobeyed.” Vincent stepped forward sharply, declaring, “She’s not you.” The false bride grinned wider, revealing Camela's own teeth behind her smile. “She is me… she is what I would have become if I didn't obey.” The whispering crowd rose to their feet, their faceless heads nodding in rhythm to agreement as one voice echoed: “The bride must finish what she started.” The aisle between Camela and her double lit up with fire, leading the path. Bright red flames raced along the carpet, yet the faceless guests remained still and didn't move. They simply stared and increas

I muttered and check the content it reads "You Are Invited To The Process Of The King's Bride Selection At The Palace.This IV Will Be your Pass.You might not be able to enter the palace without it." I hissed,it doesn't have any use,but I put it back into the pouch and skipped home happily ,the job hunting has been postponed.