Male Bride Novels & Stories

Everyone yelled and she raised her hands in surrender while Chloe busted out crying. ******* “Now it's time for the bride's entrance,” someone announced and the door opened. Ashley and Mason walked inside sprinkling some flowers on the carpet. And then Carrie and Chloe followed smiling happily at the crowd before the bride and John strolled inside. Sarah tried every possible best to contain her tears, when they got to Mike John smiled a bit at him. “One word or scratch of her and you will pay dearly,” Mike nodded his head. “Do you Medley Hares agree to be the lawful bride of Mike Winter as your lawful husband?” Sarah stared at Mike's smile dancing around her face.

“Yeah, no. Try again.” “I said I’m fine.” Bree wasn’t buying it. She walked over, set the champagne down, and placed both hands on my shoulders. “You’re freaking out babe.” “Maybe a little,” I admitted. Bree smirked. “I mean, it’s not every day you get married twice to the same man.” I groaned. “Bree.” “What?” She grinned. “I’m just saying, you and Cristiano are already married. This is just the remix.”

We all moved to our respective spots. As the familiar strains of a violin filled the air, I turned to watch the bride. Her brown hair cascaded in soft waves. She was fair-skinned, with a delicate nose and a gentle face. A small tiara adorned her head, making her look like a princess. Everyone she passed couldn't hide their awe.

It was bizarre, to say the least. The old me would've thought his gesture meant that I mattered to him, at least in some way. Now, I wouldn't even hire him to be the opening act for a cheap circus with abused animals. Zachary strode back to me and clamped a hand around my chin. He held up his phone with his other hand and pointed its camera at my face. "Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness."

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

Few more days' I chanted in my head and exhaled. ***** Claire smiled sympathetically at the bride as she walked down the aisle with her father, who was holding her arm gently. The bride does not look too happy to be getting married, making it obvious to everyone that it's an arranged marriage. I wonder if Claire would also frown that way when we have our own wedding, I also wonder if she'll chose an outdoor wedding at the front yard like this one, or she wants something that would take place in a big church.

echoed through the gilded hall. The church door opened slowly and ceremoniously. The spotlight pooled on the bride's silhouette. It illuminated Maddison and me. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my chest grew. I could hear the crowd whisper. "Wait, what's going on? Isn't the bride supposed to be Taylor Jones? Why is Maddison the one in it?" "Did they confuse who the bride should be?" "The bride's become the bridesmaid! Is this a prank?!" I forced myself to weather the humiliation and led Maddison to the stage.

I told her with an evil smile. “I hear you’re getting married to an old man, is that who you divorced my brother for?” She asked, looking at me disdainfully. “Better than your marriage to that abusive husband of yours.” “Watch your mouth!” She snapped. “You watch your mouth!” I said back and I caught a glimpse of the surprise in her eyes. “You must think you’re somebody now.” She said to me, bitterly. “Yes. I am Imelda Del Monte and intended bride to Easton Grant.”

I’m left in the room with my pulse racing and my thoughts clawing at me. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll be his wife. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. *** It’s the day of the wedding. I wake queasy, my stomach turning before my eyes even open. For a moment, I lie still, hoping it’s a dream, that if I don’t move the world will fold back and I’ll be in my own bed at home. But when I sit up, reality is douced over me like cold water. Today isn’t just another day. Today, I’m supposed to be someone’s bride.

Her tone shifted slightly, curiosity mixing with concern. My shoulders tensed as memories of that night surfaced. I hesitated, unsure how much to tell her. Knowing her temper, if I said too much, she might storm off immediately and confront my stepmother herself. So, I kept it simple. “I got married,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You could call it a shotgun wedding.” Her reaction was instant. “Married?” she repeated, her expression turning serious. “Arianna, aren’t you too young for that? I hope he’s not taking advantage of you.”