Mail Order Groom Novels & Stories

Lifting my chin, I tucked my hair behind my ear, noticing how he studied me. "Your choice of clothes isn't the type I like, considering that you'll be married to me in a few months," he commented. I had to check myself out and found nothing wrong with it. He was just a slave to his life's orthodoxy. "I want you in suits," he said, making my nose wrinkle. "Once we get back to the city, I'll take you to Taylor & Taylor. Get your measurements taken and find a formal dress. Something that meets my standards and is better than your bland fashion taste."

She knew she was getting married to Mathew until she heard the officiant saying, "Do you take Denzel Anderson as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love…" She herself replied ,"Yes, I do." Before she could know that her groom had been changed to a total stranger, she sent her consent. She looked at the man who was her groom. In Front of her, a Greek God was standing in the groom's suit. Those killer eyes of his as well as attractive, they had all their attention only on her. For a moment, she was standing still as she couldn't resist how handsome he was, his eyes, his face, his lips

Cole stood frozen, the words not quite registering. Olivia's eyes darted around before landing on Julian's attire like a hawk spotting prey. "Cole, look—why is Julian wearing a groom's suit?" Cole's gaze crawled slowly over the formalwear. "Avery, you'd actually marry him?" Rage made him reckless, his words tumbling out unchecked. "A bastard. Some mistress's by-blow. Are you that desperate?" His eyes bored holes into Julian while sparing a sliver of venom for me. "How long have you two been sneaking around? When I was abroad on business? Or when you were staying at the Harrington estate?"

She got pregnant before marriage, and no one was around to help her. "That's the only reason I went to the doctor with her. Sandra, you're going to be a mother soon. Please don't get worked up. It could harm the baby, okay?" In front of his concerned expression, I could not help but give out a cold laugh. "So, you still remembered we had a child." "What do you mean? Of course, I would remember," Gordon said as he pulled out an emerald brooch and handed it to me. "Look, I chose this brooch just for you right after the wedding. It's shaped like a pea pod, and the emerald within symbolizes our baby. Isn't it beautiful?

Her brows furrowed more. “The rules of what?” His gaze hardened as he dipped his hands into his trousers pocket and took a full stance of his height. “This marriage.” The words felt absurd coming from him. It almost sounded like a rehearsed joke but Slowly, Amelia bent to pick it up and open the folder. The first page was already enough to make her stomach sink. MARITAL AGREEMENT The title stared back at her and Her hands tightened against the edges She turned the fist page and it was Rule after rule.Conditions after conditions.Restriction after restriction and Her chest tightened with each one.

Our wedding was scheduled to take place on a private island by the picturesque Aegean Sea. A sea of pure white roses stretched from the beach all the way to the terrace where the ceremony was held, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. I wore a white tuxedo specially tailored for me by a top international designer. I looked particularly tall and straight in the sunlight. I held Hayley's arm, and she wore a custom-made wedding dress that was elegant yet commanding. Tiny diamonds were scattered on her skirt; they shone brightly in the sunlight.

A card is waiting on it. 'I wish I could give you an easier life than this, but thank you for sticking it out with me. I love you from now to eternity. Yours Only and forever, Drexon. I stare at the card with amazement. How on earth did my mom know? Maybe she was in on it as well. I drop the scent card that carries his scent almost too much and then take out the dress. It is a dark purple dress, and it seems like a perfect match for the event tomorrow.

I’ll have to tell Mara her couch has a nasty habit of disappearing when I need it most. “What?!” Mara practically shouts into the phone. I hear muffled voices around her before her tone drops low and sharp. “I’m sorry, I’m at work, but… did I hear you right?” “You did!” I declare dramatically, waving my free hand in the air like she can see me. “He sent me an invitation to his wedding. And not just that—a month-long, couples-only cruise before the wedding! Since I clearly can’t move on, you’ll have to be my plus one.”

aah good to see you, that rascal told me you were pretty but I never imagined this, you look amazing” Alessia would normally be creeped out and disgusted by this but she quickly broke into a smile and walked over to take his outstretched hands. Juan Morito. He was Guvano’s foster father before the Martini’s took him back. Alessia had spoken to him several times over the phone and the cheeky warm-hearted man had always shipped her and Guvano together, promising to donate his armory collection to the Italian army, if they ever got married __ he hated the Italians.

Since my family had paid for the entire wedding banquet, the security guards didn't hesitate to follow my orders. Lilian, Isabelle, and the swarm of their relatives were all thrown out in disgrace. Mom and Dad were grinning from ear to ear. … That evening, after returning home, I casually scrolled through my phone and unexpectedly came across a post from Vivienne's social feed. "A gift from a friend! Isn't this ring beautiful?" The attached photo showed two hands—one male, one female—both wearing a pair of wedding rings.