Marrybell Mel Britannia Novels & Stories

I lived in this place, alone, before I met and got married to Daniel Carter. Tired, I threw my shoes to the side before; my heart was sore. I avoided the mirror because I knew how gorgeous I looked for my husband today. I was so happy to have him see me when he insisted on going to the Event Centre. So, my black hair was packed in a neat ponytail, gelled at the edges, and my make-up was on fleek: perfect long expensive lashes, red rosy lips, and the most wings eyeliner makeup, one I made intentionally to be thick. Daniel always said that my eyes were his favorite, he liked how sassy they looked, and the hazel color of my pupils could intimidate anyone. So, when I wore those cat eye makeup an

And ever since mother passed, she has become the motherly figure to Kael and me. Anna fixed me up. She assisted me from bathing to putting on a one-hundred-and-twenty-thousand-franc outfit. The gown is royal blue in color with a hundred and fifty diamonds on the chest plate. A marvelous hand paint was embroidered at the ends of the gown. It lit up my mood. Francis never disappoints. I ought to thank him for this. “We should pair this gown with your diamonds, your Highness,” she suggests. Apart from being my closest maid, she knows all about my jewelry and whatever treasure there is in my room.

She thought of going out to the dining area to eavesdrop, but she was forbidden to go to that place, but at the moment she heard footsteps coming her way, she immediately fixed herself and stood straight. "W-why you standing like that there?" Linda asked. She wanted to laugh because Anita appeared to look like a statue, but in all statues, she was the one looking uncomfortable. The old lady walked close to her. She grabbed Anita's hand and placed a card on her palm. "Here, William wanted you to pick your wedding dress." Anita's eyes widened. "We-wed…what?" She couldn't believe what she just heard. "Lennon agreed and William gave this card for you to get everything you might be needing. Buy a

His lips curled with scorn. "Alicia, didn't you declare you'd rather die than be my concubine? Why are you preparing for a wedding then?" Maggie swayed forward. "Alicia, that coronet is reserved for a principal wife. For someone like you, a concubine…" She plucked a plain silver hairpin from the display and slid it into my bun with a titter. "This suits you far better." My grip on the coronet tightened, knuckles whitening. I drew breath to retort when suddenly, my veil was yanked away.

Urgh “I never thought she would get married. Not because she's blind,but you know she's…special.” I look at the newlyweds that Ingrid is whispering about and I can't lie,the last person I expected to get married was her. Melune Viremont. Second daughter of lord Tharion Viremont and lady Elira Viremont. The house of diplomacy and divine scholarship. Priesthood in political cloth. “Do you think they fell in love or it was arranged?”

Someone called Jaxon’s name from across the room. “Jaxon! Oh my God!” I turned my head instinctively, and my breath caught in my throat. There was a woman walking toward us, tall, stunning, with long, flowing hair and a figure that could have been sculpted by a model. She smiled brightly when she saw Jaxon, and I swear, it was like the whole room faded away. She was glowing with excitement, and Jaxon… Jaxon’s face lit up when he saw her. His eyes softened, and he smiled that special smile, the one he only gave to a few people.

“The law has created a rift in our ties to the British monarchy.” “So, let me get this straight,” I said, cutting back in. “You want me to marry a stranger so you can make amends?” The room fell silent. My father refused to break eye contact with me, and I held my stare just as long as he did. My mother shifted beside me, clearly uncomfortable. “Continue,” my father noted, looking over to Max. Max pressed a button on the remote. The screen displayed a picture of the British Prime Minister, Arthur Harris. In the photo, his wife stood beside him, and their three children circled them. They looked like a loving family.

"Yesss, yesss, yessss," I screamed. I never believed in my wildest dreams that my billionaire sugar daddy was going to propose to me in that manner as he took me by surprise in his kinkiest kind of way. “And now I’m a queen,” I thought, because I’m going to get married to the king of steel in England, Mr. Kellerman, and now I will be called Mrs. Kellerman.

"Allow me to give it a try." Lenore hesitated, contemplating the offer. "No, I'll manage." The unfamiliar woman lifted her gaze, introducing herself as Maribella. In that moment, Ava's senses were overwhelmed by Maribella's sheer elegance, rendering her a creature of unparalleled beauty. Her pale blond tresses were slicked back into a flawless ponytail, not a single strand out of place. The sharp angles of her cheekbones contrasted with the softness of her ample lips and luminous eyes, infusing her countenance with an ethereal allure. Maribella's exquisite appearance seemed almost too extraordinary to be real.

she sat down on the chair in front of the mirror looking all serious as she continued checking herself out. "You're more beautiful, my princess. No one can compare a goddess with human when it comes to beauty, my princess" Nana hyped her which made Emilia smiles get broad. "I know I'm more beautiful than her, Nana. It's just that I don't know why she have to be the one to get married to Lord Lorenzo" Emilia fumed. "If only she would have been a little crazy, her father wouldn't have gave her out for marriage. I'm the one that was supposed to be married to Lorenzo" Nana only kept quiet with her head bowed as she dare not interrupt or look at the princess in the eyes.