Marry Me Bride Novels & Stories

Dave Mitaka takes the Defiant family's prettiest daughter for a bribe in place of a debt owed by the family. Lita, the bride elopes a night before her wedding, leaving her elder sister, the not so pretty Reed, to suffer the consequences. "You'll pay for this Reed. Mark my words, you'll suffer the consequences!"

Marrying her billionaire boss wasn’t an escape from her past, it was the only way to save her mother's life. When Annabella’s mother is diagnosed with cancer, she does everything to afford treatment, even enduring her arrogant, demanding boss and just when she finally saves enough, her boyfriend, a medical practitioner, drains her account, leaving her with nothing to pay his debtors from his gambling addiction, Desperate and out of options, Annabella accepts a shocking offer from her boss: marriage, in exchange for ten whooping million dollars but It was supposed to be a deal and nothing more. Until she starts falling for the man behind the cold facade. And just when she lets her guard down, his past returns, with a woman and a child who threatens to destroy everything she’s come to love.

"What do you mean by that?I won't let you blackmail me into doing something I don't want to do." "What if I decide to expose your father's sins? I would tell the world what he had done and I'm sure the outcome would be very disastrous to his company. And it would be your fault for not helping him when you could." I sighed breathing in deeply, looking up to meet his eyes with a scorn on face. "Give the paper to me. I will sign it, but I'm changing this to a year and nothing more." "Oh my little flower. You would be mine forever, mine to tame and own." "I hate you so much. And I would make sure you pay for this."

 In her first life, she loved him recklessly—five years of marriage, telling everyone she was his fated mate. Five years of waiting behind closed while he spent his sweet time with his mistress resulted in divorce papers, signed with the same steady hand that had once slid a ring onto her finger. As if that wasn't enough her mistress killed after humiliating her in the worst ways possible. She died with his name on her lips… and woke up five years earlier, on the night of their wedding. This time, she refuses to be the obedient wife. This time she will slap the marriage contract on the table. “One year,” she says sweetly. “We remain legally married for one year. No intimacy and no interference in each other’s private lives. After that, we divorce quietly.” He studies her like she’s a stranger wearing his wife's face. Amused, he signs. Then one rain-soaked morning, she wakes up naked in his bed. Again In the dim light, his voice dropped to a whisper. “Forget about the divorce now."

Alora spent all her life being second-best to her sister, Elara. She was made invisible by her parents and crowned a loser by all who knew her. She had no life until she found her mate, Tamlin, Son of the Alpha of Riverdale pack. He was everything to her and promised to stay by her side until he was taken by her sister too.But when a tragic incident took her sister’s life, everyone blamed Alora for her death except her mate.Instead he requested for her to be his bride. Little did she know he wanted to make her life miserable.After she found out the truth, she ran away from him and the pack, only to stumble at the feet of another Alpha, Alpha Arnold.From the minute he set his eyes on her, he trapped her in his twisted world making a decision to never let her go. Will she be able to mend his broken heart or fall a prey to his secrets, secrets that are darker than death itself?

“Open your legs… open it wide!” He whispered seductively into my burning ears, at the same time using his other hand to hold me tightly to the bed. “Never … you beast… let me gooooo please Craig… please…” I switched from snarling at him to begging at once, he parted my frail naked leg and without warning plunged deep into me,I hated myself for being so weak. His thrust into my inner thigh was fast and merciless, “you belong to me Kim… get that into your skull!” He kept repeating to me, I couldn't say anything other than cry and wail, I was shattered and broken. Always thought I would have my first intimate moment with the person I love but here I am, under the sexy, handsome and most influential wealthy businessman in the whole of France, but I didn’t want it like this, he’s as well a cruel and cold man “You are my legal wife, now Kim! You can’t escape from me, If you won’t agree to come to me willingly then I will take you forcefully … i’m the fucking CRAIG LIONEL! He barked into my ear, even as he kept thrusting into me. My elder brother sold me to him and forced me to stay with him due to my little sister health condition, but still he broke his promise of taking her to hospital and abandoned our little sister to die, took the very large money and ran away, leaving me in the mercy of the formidable Craig Lionel, my new master and owner. How will Craig and Kimberly's love story end? Is there a happy ending for them? What about the secret, lies and various enemies who would do anything to keep them apart?.

I've been overlooked by the Lawson family a hundred times over. On birthdays, they only ever get a cake for my sister, Jocelyn Lawson. When I'm sick, I lie alone in a hospital bed while they fuss around her. I tell myself to tough it out and be a good daughter, but no amount of my endurance ever earns me a drop of their favor. On my wedding day, I think I'll finally get my moment to shine, at least for once. But I'm wrong. My parents, my brother, and even my fiance—Felix Wright, the head of a mafia empire—abandon me to attend Jocelyn's graduation ceremony. They leave me standing alone at the altar, enduring the guests' whispers and pitying glances. But Felix just throws me a cold line. "It's just a wedding. We'll make it up another day." It's not the first time. At our engagement party, Jocelyn whimpers about a stomachache, and he rushes her to the hospital without a flicker of hesitation. I'm left to smile through gritted teeth, making excuses to a room full of guests. That's the moment it hits me. To them, I'll always be the spare. So, I walk away. I pack my bags and carry a secret with me—the child growing inside me. This time, I'm done waiting for their scraps of affection. I'm starting a new chapter in my life, for me and my baby.

"You want me gone that bad fine,I'll leave,its not like I enjoyed your company too" "Shut up human" "Dont you dare raise your voice at me dog" Ok that went too far. He balled up his fists and bit his inner cheek hard. "I dont tolerate disrespect" "Likewise"

How does it feel, then, to be kissed by an unlovable brute?——I find it amusing that I didn't even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I could catch her. Hunting women down is the last thing I want to be doing, truly. I mean Ruby no harm, even though she unknowingly said some awful, untrue things about me in the car. In time, she’ll learn that those things aren’t true. I’m not like my parents. Still, I have no choice but to marry this girl. She’s barely eighteen, three years younger than me, but it’s fate. All of this mess started about a month ago.

On the day of our wedding, my fiancé, Shawn Chandler, insisted that I wear a bridesmaid’s dress while having a million-dollar wedding gown custom-made for his childhood sweetheart. “Jessica said she wants to fulfill her dream of wearing a wedding dress. She’s been looking forward to seeing me get married since she was little.” I threw the bridesmaid’s dress into the trash. His expression darkened as he scolded me, “Why are you so unreasonable? Even if you wear a bridesmaid’s dress, you’ll still be the bride. And if it weren’t for the fact that you’re pregnant, I wouldn’t be marrying you at all!” Placing my hand over my belly, I slammed the door and left. That night, he posted wedding photos with Jessica Jordan on his social media. Five years later, Shawn and I met again at a charity gala. He was invited as a specially invited donor, with Jessica by his side in a custom designer gown. The two behaved intimately. When he saw me crouching in a corner sorting a donated box of old clothes, he frowned and walked over. “Tiana Larrinson, you refused to wear that bridesmaid’s dress back then, and now, you’ve fallen so low that you’re rummaging through other people’s old clothes? “Look at you, sneaking into events like this by picking through scraps. You should’ve just listened to me back then.” I was confused, and it took me a long time to remember who he was. What he did not know was that the items up for auction at this charity gala were my and my daughter's old clothes.