Marry Me Bride Novels & Stories

"What do you mean embarrassment? Isn't this more embarrassing now?" "Look!" He let go of my arm and gritted his teeth as his blue eyes stared at me intensely. "My real bride ran away. I don't know if it's true or if someone abducted her. I need to find her and before that, you…you have to act as my bride for now." "What?" I quickly shook my head. "No! No, I can't! I need to leave now and marry my supposed husband. You're not the only desperate one here, mister. I'm about to lose my mother's company. I can't let it happen."

Marvin Aditiya Wijaya, the name of the groom who wanted to bring his relationship with the Indonesian and Canadian crossbreed girl to a higher level, namely marriage. Canadia continued to smile as her feet walked down the corridor of the Church. Some people seem busy taking pictures and others stand to greet the bride who is flanked by her parents. Canadia took another deep breath as her eyes caught the Church door. Her heart was beating fast again as her footsteps continued to enter the door. "Calm down, dear." Vince gently rubbed his daughter's arm. He understood very well how his daughter felt. "I'm trying on it." Nadia tightened her fists as her feet made it through the church door

She marries to survive and for the money too. Her laughter floats out of the bridal suite, high and polished, the same sound she perfected years ago. It is not joy. It is performance. I have heard it used to charm council elders, soothe angry Alphas, and convince men with too much power that she is exactly what they need. “You may now kiss the bride,” the officiating priest announces. “Before Elsbridge Pack and the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you mates.” Applause swells across the ballroom. Champagne flutes clink, Betas in silk gowns beam as if this is a fairy tale instead of a carefully negotiated alliance.

he said again in Grace's ear, and again took the time to kiss her on the forehead. "Mr. and Mrs. Blair, the marriage certificate is complete. You can come out to take your turn with the other couples, please." A middle-aged woman came up to Grace and Noah to hand over the marriage certificate and subtly told them to get out of there so that the other couples could go through the marriage process as well. Noah nodded and led Grace out of the room. He noticed that Grace was daydreaming as she stared at her green marriage certificate. "Why, darling? I'm sorry that this marriage is forced. We have to get married to

A beautiful bride wearing an ethereal blood red colored lehenga was sitting in front of the mirror looking at her broken self. She didn't want herself to end up like this but her fate didn't show any mercy on her so here she is now marrying a man she didn't even know properly and love? It was not between them far away. A tear trickled down her cheek but no one was there to see it. No me was there to ask her what happened because she had to go through it alone. She couldn't deny this marriage became she didn't have a valid reason to do so. That unfortunate bride was none other than Rooh.

Anne took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my lady. It’s all everyone is talking about. The kitchen staff are already drafting meals for the royal wedding.” “Royal wedding?!” Lily was utterly shocked. Mirabel looked calm but in reality, her ears were ringing and her blood seemed to have run cold. “Who is this bride?” She managed to ask Anne. “Megan Brighton! Former queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Her marriage to Richardson Jared was dissolved yesterday.” Anne answered. “What a wench! She lost her throne and now she is here for Lady Mirabel’s crown!” Mary yelled. “We do not insult women we do not know, Mary.” Mirabel cautioned her lady.

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.”

“Grandma wants us to get married for real this time. She is organizing a big marriage celebration for us.”

"No. I'm not." He stepped closer. The scent of his cologne wrapped around me. "Where the hell is she?" "Gone," I said. My voice cracked. "She left this morning. Said she couldn't do it. Dad begged me to... to fix it. The merger. The family name. Everything falls apart if this wedding doesn't happen." Alexander laughed once, sharp and bitter. "So you just put on her dress and stole my ring?" "I didn't steal anything," I shot back. Heat rushed to my cheeks. "I saved both our families. You needed this marriage as much as we did."

The camera shifted, and a church decorated with blue roses appeared on the screen. It was St. Maria Church—the place where I had imagined getting married countless times. "I rented the entire place and decorated it with your favorite flowers. "The wedding dress is the mermaid style you love most, and I've ordered a blue diamond ring. This time, there won't be any mistakes. "The invitations have already been sent out. I want the entire mafia world to witness that you are my one and only, my perfect donna." His gaze burned into the camera. "Come back, Isabelle. We'll be happy together."