Marrybell Mel Britannia Novels & Stories

However, he had his own demands, his own desires that needed to be fulfilled. Lord Arcturus proposed that Prince Alexander, the charming heir to the throne of Arondale, marry his own daughter, Lady Elizabeth. He believed that this alliance would solidify their plans and ensure his daughter's place at the pinnacle of power. Little did Lord Arcturus know, King Maximilian had ulterior motives hidden beneath his deceptively agreeable demeanor.

“What the hell is going on here?” I muttered angrily as I lunged for the object and gripped it in my hands. I remembered putting that ring on Emma’s finger when she was still unconscious on the bed. We had just gotten married, and I was holding her injured in my arms. She was such a beautiful young woman that, for a moment, I felt lucky to have chosen her. But Emma had proven to be rebellious against the idea of being married to me.

But she only walked around the mall to kill time. “What’s bothering you?” Caleb asked when they were inside the restaurant. She raised her chin to meet his glance. “Can…can we get married right away?” Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “I would love to. But why does it seem you’re in a rush? You said we should take time, so the wedding goes as planned.” She breathed out. “My mom wants me to marry someone else.” Triana lowered her gaze. There, she finally said it. “What did you say?!” Caleb was horrified.

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

Mommy blinked and then let out a sigh. “I don’t want other people to know about you. That you have become a mistress. Kara, pleaseee… You’re old, Darling. That’s it! It’s time for you to get married. Your daddy and I are old. So we want you to settle down in a quiet life.” “What a quiet life, Mom? Do you think I’ll be quiet when I get married? Tsk!” it was obviously stressful, as what she said. I don’t know what shall I do.

"As long as Robin is in perfect health, Cynthia or I would be happy to marry him!" Robin's expression darkened, his refined, gentlemanly mask vanishing instantly. "Kathy, are you implying that I'm carrying some kind of disease?" Cynthia quickly added, "Health screenings before marriage are such a common practice these days. A virtuous man like you wouldn't mind taking the test, right? "Besides, you had such a violent reaction to the smell of seafood earlier. We're worried about your health."

I stood there long enough for the noise of the party to settle into background sound and then I heard voices from the other side of the hedge. I went still and listened "The party was just the beginning." Marcella said. Her voice had dropped the performance it wore in public and it's now hard. "The pressure is out in the open now. The whole pack knows about the heir. She will crack under it." "She is stronger than she looks." Kattie replied with a chuckle. "I have been watching her." "Then watch her crack." A pause. "I have already started taking steps too to make her do that," Kattie said carefully.

He felt like he was going to be sick if the person approaching them turned out to be Camilla. The person became more visible and he saw it wasn’t Camilla. It was a much older grey haired woman wearing a brown suit and glasses on a chain. “Good afternoon, Lord Grey and Edward Grey. The prince is waiting for you in the second sitting room,” she said. “My name is Bernadette Berkley and I am the lead royal advisor in this operation. It is nice to meet you two.” Edward bowed his head respectfully. He guessed ‘operation’ referred to the arranged marriage. It was odd to finally meet someone who was making the decisions about his future.

However, she had specifically asked her not to enter her bedchamber. Patsy asked her not to do a thing and only oversee what servants were doing. “You are about to get married, m’lady. You have to look beautiful, but you are looking so pale as the days pass. You aren’t even eating well. So, you are not going to do anything!” Saying that she had forcibly taken the broom from Meryl’s hand at which Meryl had laughed. Patsy was so naïve. Once her mother married her off to Lord Alex, Meryl was going to consume poison and embrace death. She had decided she wouldn’t marry anyone other than the dragons. And in this life, she was not going to meet her dragons. So, that was the only way left. The gold

I inquire, sensing a hidden agenda. A cunning smile spreads across her face, the kind often worn by a skilled negotiator. "You are clever, seeing through the picture," she remarks, rising from her seat. "Marry my son, and all your aunt's debts will be cleared," she declares, striding away with a distinctive click of her high heels. My worst nightmare has become reality.