Mail Order Groom Novels & Stories

Then, he waved his hand in front of his nose and said snidely, "Oh, wait. Let me rephrase that. Why is it that trash like you could be allowed in here when upstanding citizens like us aren't?" Then, he turned to Tiffany. "Ms. Wilson, shouldn't you be more selective when it comes to your clients? You're going to ruin your club's reputation if you keep letting in customers like her!" Tiffany merely smiled and replied professionally, "I will definitely take your complaints into consideration." Benjamin smiled like the cat ate the canary, clearly pleased with himself as he arched a brow at Rachel. Meanwhile, I was surprised as I hadn't expected that Tiffany was the owner of this fine establishme

Still, I didn’t have time to deal with all this nonsense. Iris was in a hurry since her schedule was packed. We needed to look at houses together, take wedding photos, and register the marriage. There was too much to do. I needed to sleep early to stay focused. A few days later, the invitations Iris had ordered arrived. Stroke by stroke, she carefully wrote our names on them. It was clear she hadn’t practiced calligraphy, yet she held the pen with great seriousness. Her posture was upright, her expression extremely solemn, so much so that she treated every invitation like a precious object.

The cold wind pierced through my skin. I instinctively wrapped my damp clothes tighter around my body. As I exhaled, my breath turned into fog. I couldn't help but shiver from the freezing temperatures. I had just gotten home when I received a video call from Mom. I answered the call and immediately spoke before she could say anything. "I changed my mind, Mom. Don't promote Henry to the director of the company." She looked shocked. "What happened?" she asked. "Nothing much. He's just marrying someone else."

“Hurry up. I need to return home quickly. Don’t cause any delay, else I’ll roast your wife for making you lazy.” “Hey!” I laughed. “She heard that? Oops…” “It’s on speaker.” Tristan chuckled, taking his shirt off. “I'll hang up now.” He ended the call and tossed the phone to the bed. “I’ll cook something for you quickly.” Climbing off the bed, I wanted to head downstairs, but he held my wrist. "You should rest. Plus, you and Sherri have to go shopping today.” “Why? I have to go to work.” “Remember our pre-marriage activities? We have a dinner date tonight, so you should buy a new dress, shoes, anything at all. Just something sexy.” He smirked, reaching for a towel on the chair.

In fact, we had only formally met three times before signing the papers. Still, he remembered that I had a sensitive stomach, that I never drank iced beverages, and that my fingers had been freezing cold when I walked out of the city hall yesterday. Derek and I had dated for seven years, but he had never remembered a single detail. The car stopped at the door of a bridal boutique. When I walked in, I noticed that the entire second floor had been cleared out for privacy. The manager walked up to us with a warm smile and started the introductions. "These are all the designs Mr. Alderson personally selected last night. The gown you bookmarked in that fashion magazine has also been flown in via

" After saying that, she didn't forget to shoot me a taunting look. Meanwhile, Isabel's words had given Joshua the out he needed. He exhaled heavily and looked at me. "I'll give you some time to calm down, Ellie. Once you've thought things through, you can call me anytime." Then, with his arms supporting Isabel, he walked right through the door without looking back. Ironically, just moments after he left, the doorbell rang. Boaz showed up with two assistants to deliver a massive storage box to me. Upon opening the lid, I saw a custom-made wedding gown crafted by a renowned international designer. The diamonds sewn into the fabric sparkled in the light.

The fraction of a second's delay before she turned when the priest addressed her by name. Her frame was smaller, not enough that it couldn't be explained away, but like I had said, it was the small things. I was a man who was good at reading people. I had spent the better part of my early twenties learning to spot a liar, reading the body language of people who were pretending. So I was sure I was good at it. And while my bride hadn't spoken a word to me beyond the ceremonial ones, which on its own wasn't unusual — Isabella DeLuca had made clear during our engagement negotiations that she had no interest in performing warmth she didn't feel.

It was bigger than I thought I could ever take, but I wanted to be ready for him, ready for anything he might want to do. I added it to my cart. Then I found nipple clamps, they were connected by a silver chain and they looked intimidating but also exciting. I imagined the pinch, the constant pressure on my sensitive skin. I added those to my cart too. I paid for everything with my saved allowance money and chose the fastest shipping, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Tom was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer five years ago. London's damp, foggy climate made it worse. He's been there for a year. He doesn't have much time left. Maybe it's time to let go of your resentment." She didn't try to persuade me further. She hung up after that, leaving the choice to me. She's a doctor. She wouldn't lie. And she sent me the medical report. It was real. I didn't hesitate long. I put on a wedding dress and headed to the venue. No matter the pain between us, if he was dying, he at least deserved a goodbye. But when I arrived at the hotel, the groom was nowhere in sight—just a crush of reporters and a sea of fans who’d shipped us for years. What began as a couple h

For over a month, this name hadn't shown up—not one call, not one message. It was Jayden. I curled my lips faintly and picked up. As if expecting my immediate response, he spoke with unmistakable arrogance. "Leah, today's our wedding, right? I bet you're panicking now. No groom. What a scene. But if you beg me, I'll come marry you." At this point, I no longer understood how he could still be this naive. Softly, I said, "Jayden, look up." He sounded confused, frowning across the line. Then I heard him inhale sharply.