Male Bride Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 21: Marena Among the small party of wedding guests, a lot of thoughts, theories, and conspiracies were hotly circulating about the sudden marriage of the enigmatic mafia don. It was a move that nobody had seen coming. There were also whispers and curiosity about his young, fresh-faced bride. Nobody had seen her before, nor heard of her. They all wondered why the handsome highly sought-after bachelor had settled for her, with many already suspecting what was actually true—she was already pregnant.

"I've never seen you perform. Will you be dancing tonight?" "Would he really expect me to perform? I mean, I'm his bride. Normally, the bride-to-be is off-limits at events like this. But then again, nothing about this setup is normal, is it? I honestly don't know what to expect—or even what to think anymore. When exactly is he planning to show his face? Or at the very least, talk to me? If he's worried I'll scream at the sight of him, he can calm down. Whatever he looks like, I still have to accept him. No choice there. Lucky me, right?"

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Hadn’t seen her or even heard her voice and somehow she still occupied every corner of my mind. The church doors opened. The bride had arrived. Camille Beaumont entered on her father’s arm. The room collectively sighed in admiration. She looked beautiful in her elegant white dress with perfect hair and a perfect smile. The perfect bride. And I felt absolutely nothing. Camille reached the altar and smiled at me. I nodded politely. She deserved better than this. Better than a husband whose heart was somewhere else. But Brotherhood marriages were rarely about love. Everyone here knew that. The ceremony continued. The priest spoke about commitment. Family. Honor. Duty.

Yeah, maybe I should do that to save my ass. The next day, I woke up feeling like I didn't want to get up and leave the house but I couldn't because Javier and I were getting married today. This is crazy! The make-up artist that Javier hired for me and the bridesmaids fixed us up early. All of our bridesmaids are friends and cousins ​​are acquaintances of his.

“Sophia just dropped a bomb. It’s everywhere.” My stomach dropped. I grabbed my own phone and opened the browser. The headline hit me like ice water. “Wrong Bride Scandal: Sophia Harrington Claims Twin Sister Stole Billionaire Alexander Voss at the Altar” There were screenshots. Voice recordings. Even a short video of Sophia crying in front of cameras saying, “Emma took my place. She stole my husband. This marriage is a complete fraud.” Comments flooded in instantly. Thousands. Gold digger. Fake marriage. Poor Alexander.

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.

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."

Dora asked, but her husband didn't answer, as if he had tried telling her what was happening, Dora might have tried to cause a scene. Suddenly, the bride’s song was being played. Cathleen walked down the aisle with her head held high and a proud smile on her face. Despite being surrounded by guests in fancy attire, she stood out like a masterpiece in a room full of sketches. The strapless wedding dress hugged her slim frame perfectly, highlighting her alluring collarbones and curves. Every step she took exuded confidence and beauty, making it clear that she didn't need anyone to give her hand in marriage—she was already a masterpiece created by God.

Kate's excitement and anticipation were palpable as she waited for the moment when she would finally walk down the aisle and marry the love of her life. Inside the bride's room, a palpable sense of emotion hung in the air as Kate sat in her bridal chair, surrounded by her loved ones. Her mother, Mrs. Morrone, best friend Olivia, therapist Nancy, and Mrs. Thompson all gazed at her in awe. Mrs. Morrone broke the silence, her voice choked with tears as she spoke. "Kate, you look absolutely stunning in that wedding dress. I am so proud of the beautiful woman you have become."