Marry Me Bride Novels & Stories

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

In the end, she let out a sigh and nodded. "Fine. We'll switch." And just like that, I boarded the train to Scholcher Island, suitcase in hand. What I didn't expect was how fast my mother would catch up. I'd left a letter behind—clear and thorough. What was there to worry about? "I'm going to Scholcher Island to get married. If it doesn't work out, I'll come back!" I shouted at my mom as she ran after the train. I slept and ate my way through the three-day, two-night journey. Before I knew it, I was in Grangerdeen.

She was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and black cargo pants. She turned slowly when she heard me approaching. Her grey eyes were piercing and sharp. "Well, well," she drawled lazily. "The bride's up." I blinked. "And you are?" She popped her gum. "Rayne. With a 'y', not an 'i'. Try to remember that if I ever have to kill someone for you." I squinted. "Comforting." She grinned, her tongue poking her cheek. "You're smaller than I expected. But the attitude makes sense."

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.

"The bride's dressing room has a small memory table with family photographs." Nora nodded. "I saw it yesterday." "Could you take detailed pictures before guests arrive? It's one of the most personal parts of the wedding." "I'll do it now." The bridal suite occupied the quietest corner of the venue. Unlike the lively corridors outside, the room felt peaceful, almost sacred. Sunlight poured through tall windows dressed with sheer white curtains, illuminating elegant gowns hanging neatly against one wall. Fresh white roses filled crystal vases, their fragrance subtle but unmistakable.

Now that I've already registered my marriage with you, you're the only husband I need. "If you apologize to Benedict and me, I'll let bygones be bygones. We'll resume the wedding after that." I responded by tossing my suit jacket to the floor. "I'm serious. Coincidentally, Benedict is wearing a white suit today. I'll pass the position of the groom to him so that I can fulfill your vow. I'll let you be with each other for eternity. Isn't that a good thing?" Benedict was Jessica's first love. However, he didn't hesitate to dump her and leave the country when her family's company went bankrupt.

2: Don’t Marry Him . “One week,” Maya said, dragging me into the bridal store. “One week to forever.” “Or one week to my funeral,” I muttered. She laughed. “Drama queen.” We walked into the store my step mother had handpicked yet she was not present , I know she wasn’t my biological mother but she was still the mother of the bride , my bridal dress fitting was important but here I was , It was just me and Maya …Even Tommy wasn’t here .

‘And I can't wait to marry you and make you my wife,’ he said in his heart, watching the face he had been madly infatuated with for years. “Nothing. Let's go.” “But..” Brielle made a meek attempt to stop him. But the man was quicker than her and pulled her to him until she stumbled into his arms. “Better. Let's go.” With a nudge, he gently led her out of his office. Brielle had no idea how things had turned out this way. One moment, she was still in his office, and the next, they were in his car, driving to get their marriage certificate.

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"