Novel & Cerita Marry Me Bride

ANASTASIA “Marry me, Miss Brooks,” Dominic says, like he’s offering me an invitation to a soap opera. I stare at the contract in front of me, as if staring hard enough would make it somehow disappear, turn into something that isn’t a marriage contract to the most condescending person on earth – Dominic Blackwood, the same man who now rules the business world, my dead father’s rival. “Why would I want to marry you?” I ask, meeting his gaze, those blue eyes too pretty, too bright for the personality behind them.

"Where's Vivienne, Lu?" Margot was at the window of the bridal suite. She hadn't looked at me in twenty minutes. The seamstress had finished pinning the side seam of my gown. The other bridesmaids were laughing in the next room about a wedding in Bali that had been ruined by a monsoon. "Fixing the table linens." "There's nothing wrong with the table linens. I called the planner an hour ago."

My soul drifted in the air, coldly watching the wedding that was supposed to be mine take place. All eyes were focused on the center stage at the wedding venue. My sister, Sonia Quade, dressed in the wedding gown meant for me, was saying heartfelt vows to my fiancé, Yoseph Caldwell. "Nia is finally happy now!" My parents kept murmuring in the audience as their eyes reddened with emotion. Amid the crowd's cheers, the newlyweds beamed with happiness as they shared what they claimed were cherished memories.

I'm marrying Apphia! " I'm getting married," I murmur, and we toast to that. Thirty minutes later, I'm standing on the aisle, waiting for my beautiful mate to enter the chapel. The chapel is packed, as Blade mentioned earlier. At least every alpha and beta of every pack has come. The music announces the bride, and everyone stands at attention. Her brother walks her in. My breath gets caught in my throat. It feels like falling in love with her again. I've never seen a more beautiful woman. Her elaborate, off-the-shoulder, elegant white dress, complete with a long train and veil, is astonishing. Nico purrs.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

“And you Madison Wilhenberg, do you take Gavin Morgan to be your husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will love him and honor him all the days of his life, till death do you apart? " I blankly stare at the priest. Is he waiting for my response? Ahhh, why are they staring at me? Even this pretty faced like mannequin guy is looking at me. Stop glaring, will you? The priest tilts his head as I look back at him. The words that escape my mouth make the man standing in front of me staring as if nothing happened. “I… Do I?” End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!”

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

“What the hell is that?” She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “God, you are so boring.” She waved the card dramatically. “This is an exclusive invitation to Maison De La Mariée, the most luxurious bridal boutique in the world. Since I am a top model and all, they want me to showcase their newest wedding gowns. And guess what, fiancé? You are coming with me to pick one out.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t recall agreeing to play husband.” I leaned back in my chair, completely unamused. “Are we supposed to be some happy, lovesick couple now?”

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

The groom put the ' MANGAL SUTRA ' on the bride's neck. ' MANGAL SUTRA ' is the sign of a married woman....Then the groom put the vermilion on the bride's forehead and the marriage completed.. Water drops came to Disha's eyes...as per plan of Shekhar Disha thought Raj would stop the marriage but here he said not a word... " I am married to Shekhar" Disha thought...but now it was too late so she had nothing to do without agreeing to the marriage... Every newly married couple took the blessings of the elders and god then they went to their first night room....