Mr. fu's stand-in bride Novels & Stories

The third one was even grander than the first two, but this time, the bride was different. Sara Murray, Lennon's mother, and Jessie arrived with the makeup artist. Seeing Mabel, Sara looked away and muttered, "How disgusting! Don't think you're marrying my son. Jessie is the bride today. You're just a bridesmaid here to walk through the ceremony like a shadow." She looked at Mabel in disdain. "I promised Lennon that you could join the ceremony as a bridesmaid, and he agreed to it. I really don't get what's so great about you that keeps him away from home and makes him constantly say he loves you."

"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.' '

"Is that Evelyn? I didn't expect…" The compliments were surprising, but they felt hollow. I descended slowly, step by step, until I reached the bottom. My eyes scanned the room, searching for my groom, Mr. Volkov. But he wasn't there. Instead, standing at the altar was a man dressed not as a pastor, but as a lawyer. The altar itself was adorned with flowers and ribbons, a spectacle befitting a grand ceremony. Yet, no groom awaited me. Confused, I turned to my father, silently asking, Where is Mr. Volkov?

Then they saw few young teenagers waiting for them at the stage and one of them that made Bernard's heart sour is his fourteen years old little sister that he hadn't seen for three years . " For your knowledge ,madams and sirs , the seven brides are actually our madam Elina Wong or actually our Master President Adrian Moo's wife classmates in the university . Mrs Moo said they are like her family so believe me , no one would dare to touch the Mrs Moo's bestfriends ." The emcee jokes with the hidden meaning .

To his vast shock as well as immense disbelief, he could see his bride’s face clearly right now. “You’re not Xiu Mei! You’re Li Ling! Yes... Yes... Yes... You’re Xue Li Ling! How can it be you! Obviously, yesterday His Highness and Her Highness sent Xiu Mei here to this Muk Palace. Clearly and obviously, I was deadly sure that Xiu Mei joined the wedding ceremony with me in this Muk Palace. How can it now turn to be you! How can it be you!” shouted and screamed Mr. Muk Khai Khai extraordinarily furiously while strongly as well as violently gripping Xue Li Ling’s chin.

Flaming Qilin, Yan Wushuang, Yue Jingchou, and the others followed Chu Xun from a distance. "Why do I feel we're like weirdos?" Yan Wushuang muttered. "I think so too," Flaming Qilin nodded in agreement. "Are we silly? Why do we become groomsmen for the wedding?" The three strangely dressed fellows couldn't step forward any further, so they blended into the crowd. Chu Xun and two brides came to the front of the hall. "Mr. Chu Xun, are you willing to marry the two nice, gentle, and beautiful young ladies next to you?" Gao Mohan asked.

His voice carried a touch of intrigue as he revealed, "Ian, I must clarify that Meera is not the bride. The bride is Sunena Malik, the daughter of the esteemed Malik estate." Ian's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, his curiosity piqued by this unexpected revelation. "Sunena Malik? I wasn't aware of this. How fascinating! It seems there is more to this wedding than meets the eye." Mr. Zafar Lucia nodded, a hint of satisfaction evident in his expression. "Indeed, Ian. The alliance between Peter and Sunena holds great significance, not just for our families but also for our business interests. It is a union that solidifies long-standing ties and paves the way for prosperous collaborations in the f

“Tiana Larrinson?” Hearing my name, I instinctively looked up. Shawn Chandler stood over me, frowning. Beside him was Jessica Jordan, glittering with jewels in a custom designer gown. “So, it is really you.” He let out a sneer as his gaze swept across my plain clothes and the old garments in my hands. “You refused to wear the bridesmaid’s dress back then, and now, you’ve fallen so low that you’re rummaging through other people’s old clothes?”

“What are these?” “Since the young master couldn’t attend the wedding, he sent the marriage registration papers. He’s already signed them.” His voice remained polite, too polite, like he was reciting protocol instead of handing me the legal evidence of my forced marriage. My stomach coiled tighter. I stared at the file, every muscle in my hand itching to tear it apart. It wasn’t Albert’s fault—he was just the messenger—but the casual way he presented it made the entire situation feel grotesquely normal.