Love N Bride Romane & Geschichten

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 whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

“Hannah?” “I wanna say something.” “Hm?” “I… I am ready to marry you.” He looked at her shocked and then chuckled. “You don’t need to. I will just tell everyone I was stood up. It is fine--” “You weren’t stood up, Ryan!” She walked to him. “I AM YOUR BRIDE!!” He looked in her eyes as her eyes filled with tears. “What?” “Yes.” “But…” “I volunteered to be your bride. I-I love you, Ryan. I have seen how hard you’ve been trying for me. I can see it all--”

He makes it easy for the pious ones but give them toughest trials like He did Amir. He had to watch his brother married to the only woman he's ever loved. Well, that is all in the past now, they are married. The yodels got closer to the living room, all of them got on their feet as if they were set to do that with a button. Their attentions were drawn to the door, gawking at it as if the bride will come through it, well, she will but the other way around. And seconds later, the brunette oak door got opened by an older woman, behind then is the bride, few other aunties and Yasmeen looking timid holding Bushra's phone meekly to take video of this moment. She told her she was going to use her S

Liam is standing tall while maintaining a fake smile on his face. "I can't stand it anymore!" He yelled inside. "The bride is here!" Ava yelled at the top of her lungs while grabbing everyone's attention. Liam looks in her direction. His jaw drops and his eyes widen as he finds his beautiful bride. Nova is coming to the ceremony holding her father's hand. She is freaking beautiful in the bride's dress. "I had never noticed Nova before, but she looks hot!" Liam yelled inside while pressing his upper lip with his thumb and staring at her with his lusty eyes.

Ivana is a young billionaire, and her management had invited a few media houses to cover the wedding for the gossip columns. Lily retouched the makeup on her face before they joined the flower girls’ procession. Then the main door opened Sammy opened his mouth as he stared at his beautiful bride, dressed in a no hands fitting wedding gown, with her flower crown matching her golden necklace with the soft background music of a rendition of Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. Ivana emotionally enters and hugs her mother and brother first then they hand her over to Sammy as he walks her bride to the altar, he says, “This is it love, the start of our lives together,” they smiled at each other as they mount the

Sophia whispers, her eyes wide with curiosity. "I have no idea," I reply, my heart pounding in my chest. The man starts walking towards us, his confident stride matching his dashing appearance. "Hello, ladies," he greets us, his voice as smooth as silk. "I couldn't help but notice your artwork. It's truly captivating." "Thank you," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Ella, and this is Sophia." "Pleasure to meet you both," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm Adrian."

Nate whispers back, making me laugh. It was a good idea to drag him here with me. I definitely won't be bored. "The bride is here." I stand up from the seat, the silky gown falling to my feet. All the guests have stood up, looking back at the bride and her best man. The bride looks stunning in a sleeveless, silky gown. The wind ripples through her long hair as she walls down the aisle, next to the best man. Damien. My husband. Her right hand is poached in his elbow and the left hand is holding the black bouquet. She's looking up at Damien with so much love in her eyes. Damien is looking at the groom. And the groom is looking back at him. Not a friendly look.

"Rue." I couldn't move. She pointed a sharp, perfectly manicured nail at the screen. "Is he the one?" My heart thundered madly in my chest. "Rue Cross," Mum pressed, her voice low and lethal. "Don't you dare lie to me. Is that man your lover?" I swallowed hard, the words tangled in my mouth. Her gaze went back to the screen, her expression sharpening with an emotion somewhere between fury and disbelief. "Adrian Romano. Of all people."

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.”