Love N Bride Novels & Stories

Alice gasped softly as her eyes landed on the bride. Leonora walked slowly down the aisle, her arm hooked with Ramon’s, while Marisa followed behind holding the edge of her veil. She was breathtaking—her gown simple, elegant, and glowing under the sunbeams pouring through the windows. Her smile shone like sunlight, radiant and warm, lighting up the entire church. The groom, standing at the altar, was equally stunning in his crisp barong. He stood tall, pride etched in every inch of his posture. His eyes never left her.

For her, there is nothing he can't do just to make her feel and show how much he loves her in every possible means he can. The sound of the white and elegant carriage coming from afar suddenly took his attention and brought him back to reality. There she goes his bride- the love of his life, inside that white carriage. He pulled out a heavy breath when the door of the carriage opened and his lovely bride came out of it wearing the traditional white long gown.

"Bridegroom, are you willing to let this woman become your wife and marry her? Whether she’s sick, healthy or other necessary reasons, you love her, take care of her, respect her, accept her, and be loyal to her forever until the end of your life?" Henry could not wait to answer, "Yes!" "Dear bride, are you willing to let this man become your husband and marry him? Whether he’s sick, healthy or other necessary reasons, you love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and be loyal to her forever until the end of your life?" Monique said, "Yes!" Different from the others, the bride would be kissed by the groom in the following kissing segment. Henry picked up Little Nomi and kissed the

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

Inside the limousine sat a bride. She was dressed in an elegant white wedding gown, her head resting against the window, and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She wasn't sleeping. She was dead. Lorrie slowly walked closer despite Lorenzo's warning. The moment she saw the woman's face, she gasped. The bride looked almost her age—beautiful, peaceful, as though she had simply fallen asleep. Around her neck hung a silver placard. Three words had been engraved into it: > **Contract Brides Die.**>

The low, interrupting thuds of the steps were enough to draw everyone's attention towards the entrance, including the bride. Ayla steadied her breath and turned around to look over her shoulder. She couldn't pinpoint why, but she was starting to get nervous. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead. Every last huff of air which left through her parted lips followed her erratic heartbeats.

Everything was still a huge challenge at that time. It's a difference in social status. Because they are not of the same status, their love is forbidden from the beginning. Despite all objections, my parents are still married and have me. I am proof of their love. The thought is that after the children have settled down, both families will no longer prohibit it. But instead of protesting, my mother received estrangement from her husband's family. Having a reputation as the bride of a prestigious family, but the price that my mother has to pay is too high.

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

Tapping the venue photos with my finger, I smoothly steered the conversation back on track. "Ms. Greenfield, why did you choose this place? As far as I know, this church isn't very popular in the wedding industry." Seeing that I wasn't pressing the issue, she visibly relaxed. A hint of pride crept into her voice. "My boyfriend chose it. He said he spent years looking for the perfect place to get married. He's always dreamed of holding his wedding there, with the woman he loves." She looked up at me, the smug satisfaction in her eyes impossible to miss.

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"