Love N Bride Novels & Stories

I spoke underneath my breath. "Luciano please do not make a fuss. You know the situation of things at hand. La sposa non sembra accettare." My mother retorted back. "The bride should not even be given a choice to accept or not!" I frothed on the inside, the mere thought of all this getting me so livid.

I don’t dare to tease him in case he doesn’t want to show me this tender side of him again. We are standing on the threshold of the doors leading to the back gardens, "This is it, here, take your bouquet.” Lilliane hands me a beautiful bridal bouquet of white and purple Calla Lily. It’s simple yet elegant for a night wedding ceremony. “Thank you, darling.” I peck a kiss on her cheek and start walking down the improvised aisle to meet my groom.

A place built from silence and persistence and hope and love that refused to disappear even when circumstances suggested it should. Perhaps that was why the title had always fit. The silenced bride. The relentless love. Not opposites. Not separate stories. The silence had taught them how to listen. The love had taught them how to stay. And somewhere between those two lessons they had built a life larger than either of them had ever imagined possible.

"Looking at you is enough. I don't care about where I'm going." We once believed love could triumph over everything. Who would have thought that the greatest obstacle would turn out to be Carlo himself? At the same time, I never imagined that Luca, who occasionally appeared at my side as Carlo's friend, would end up as my groom. At noon, I stepped out in my wedding gown. Roses were in full bloom across my mother's garden. It felt as though she were watching me with a gentle smile, rejoicing in my wedding day. Seated on both sides were our families and friends, clapping and cheering for us with all their might. Warm congratulations and blessings came from everyone around us.

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

Yes, my husband, who has not given me a single glance yet. "Now, you may kiss the Bride," the priest announced. Hearing this, I stiffened, and my fist was sweating, but I acted as orderly as I could. I fisted my palm and clenched my jaw to control my emotions. He eventually turns towards me, and I stare at his face, but he has no expression. No smile, no anger, no affection, no frustration, and moreover, NO LOVE! I crave to laugh at the thought: Is there someone on earth who can even love me?

Heru insists. "Yes, Daddy is right this time," Mommy Rara mutters. "Enough, stop being so sad, all of you!" Mr. Heru says again. The four women quickly wipe their tears. Lovlyta is surprised to hear that her brother Faith and her childhood friend Kasih are getting married. Lovlyta asks, "Mommy, Daddy, is it true that Kasih and Kak Faith are getting married?" "Yes, Ta. Kasih is the sole candidate to be your brother's wife," Mrs. Rara confirms.

Ashton really did want to make it come true. About twenty minutes later, Cory stopped the car in front of an exclusive wedding boutique called Lovella Bridals. "You can't possibly go in there. That's Lovella Bridals, a wedding fashion brand that only has five boutiques in the world. One piece of their dress cost the same as buying a bungalow. They used real diamonds as the garment for their dresses," Ashley was flabbergasted that he chose to buy her wedding dress there. Cory couldn't help but chuckle. 'How silly is she to say something like that to Mr Grey,' his heart was amused seeing how worried her face when Ashton said nothing.

As the bride made her entrance, clad in an immaculate white dress that flowed around her with an elegance that took everyone's breath away, the scene was set for a moment of pure magic. Louis stood at the altar, his heart racing as he laid eyes on Vivian. Time seemed to slow down, the world fading away until she was all he could see. Her beauty, her grace, her smile—all for him. As she walked towards him, every step seemed to beat in rhythm with his heart, a testament to the love that had conquered all.

This was going to get so good. For a minute I looked around before looking over at the bride in a white dress, she didn't have a veil covering her face so I could see her stained cheeks, she was blushing so hard and it made me chuckle at her naivety. "Wow, your bride is hot" I heard Lou say but his voice was drawn out of my head when my eyes fixed on golden eyes, that was all I could see, big golden beautiful eyes, fuck. "Who the hell is that?" I asked, my eyes sweeping the girl behind the bride and Clinton answered.