Marrybell Mel Britannia Novels & Stories

I smiled at her. Everyone was suddenly quiet. We looked forward curiously to see the exchange of rings was about to commence. Everybody walked closer towards them, I followed behind Gwyneth with Anne in my arms. I watched as Loren basically flaunts herself. "You know? That gown costs 3 million dollars." I heard somebody whispering while pointing at Loren. Gwyneth must have heard it too as she said to me, "don't be surprised, after all, she's getting engaged to a multi-billionaire family and her parents her also multi-billionaires. Do you know their company comes third after the King's enterprise?" She asked.

"But why wouldn’t you want to marry Emmeline?" Amelia asked, bemused. "She’s a Hawthorne." Or at the very least, Amelia would bet every dime and dollar she had that if Caleb Walton was given the chance, he would jump at it, Kelsie Friesent be damned. Marrying a Hawthorne meant marrying into Solara royalty― they certainly were richer than many royal families across the world.

It seemed the Dumonts were here early. Snooty and pretentious, both Mirabelle and Spencer Dumont oozed elegance. Mirabelle was a raven haired beauty who used to be a Prima Ballerina back in her day. She married Spencer when her dancing days ended. Spencer Dumont was the wealthiest man in the UK, with Sebastian set to inherit everything. Not that the man needed to inherit everything, he owned half of the country already. And by that I mean the majority of the buildings in the country belonged to Dumont Enterprises.

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.

Damon. He smiled at my father. "That's not a problem for me, Sir." With a furrowed brow and disbelief, I alternated my gaze between the two.Is this serious?! Daddy noticed my gaze. "Isabella, we have arranged things for you. By the end of this week, you are bound to marry Damon so-" "Daddy, are you really serious?!" I raised my voice. "Isabella..." Mommy called gently, so I turned to her. I really couldn't believe them.

She grabbed her phone and accessed the G****e search engine. Mirabelle was divine... She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was always well done, not to mention her formal attire... If she had ever been her sister in another life, she would be completely different... Maybe she would have been like her since she would have had a different education than what she received... She saw an article that talked about her wedding but it didn't mention the name of the Sultan... A Sultan... She really had to see him... If he is an old man,... Let's hope he's not an old man. Said the young woman to herself... ***

My grip tightened slightly against the armrest. Outwardly, I remained composed. “Call me Lucien,” I said. “Mr. Blackthorne is unnecessarily formal, given we're now married.” She stared at me for a moment, then nodded. “…Alright. Lucien.” Without another word, she turned and walked quickly toward the elevator. Almost as though she was fleeing.

She met her grandfather but he died when she was three. " Your Highness. " Her most closest maid, Mariam said as she walked into the room. " What is it Mariam?" She asked without turning back. " You have a visitor. " Mariam said and she turned. " Who is it? " " Where's my Bell? Belly?" Her cousin Arleta screamed walking in. Arleta was a free spirited and wayward lady. One would think she was not a member of the royal family at first glance. She changed a lot after her last fall out with the prince of Garvania.

I parted my lips to answer but she cut in. "You know what? I don't want to know–" I frowned at that statement but Kate didn't notice. She hit my shoulder playfully. "You lucky bitch. No, I think I should stop calling you, Belle–" my brows furrowed. "Mrs. Trevelyan is better. No, we that sounds old. Mrs. Ivan Trevelyan is better. Christ, the wedding is coming up soon. I'm going to be the chief bridesmaid. Holy, you don't even have a dress–"

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.