My Love My Bride Cast Novels & Stories

Connections that are very pure and genuine. My mind went haywire the moment Demitri reached for my hand. That moment, was so sure that I am in the right person, that I am in the right love. I am so happy that I am here, loving him so much. I know that this is almost impossible for me back then, to be able to love someone so bad that you would only find yourself almost losing your sanity over a person. I am so in love with him that I feel like I could trade my life just to have him beside me for even just a minute. "I announced you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," Father announced. He was the once who married us.

Keith. “I want you to meet Miss Perfect. The perfect girl in our own world.” Bridgette said while pointing at Sunny who smiled shyly at us. “Y-you are h-her?” Keith said as he stammered. What is wrong with this guy? “Yah! Why do you stammer?” “B-b-because… I-I-I am BRusque, the one you are married to.” and what he said stunned me. “MARRIED?!” “Hyung, don’t scream. It’s just in the game. As if I can marry her in real life.”

My hair had been styled by some of the best hair stylist in New York, different hair pins forming a decorative pattern on my wavy aurbun hair giving it that bridal style look. They had done a good job in making me look beautiful; covering up my eyebags that was caused by my sleepless nights, my dried lips coated using red lipstick and lipgloss that got it to sparkle. The dullness in my face had been totally hidden by makeup but still one could decipher the pain in my eyes if they looked closely. I still couldn't believe it. It all felt like a dream. My head spinned the nearer I approached the alter. I was truly getting married to Dante and there was nothing I could do about it.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

The stylists did my finishing touches before I was taken to the wedding venue. My car arrived at the venue at the exact time of the wedding. My father almost cried when he saw me come out of the car before he walked me down the aisle to meet Asphalt who was waiting at the altar with the priest in front and his best man by his side. I made Sarah my chief bridesmaid because I knew she wouldn't cause too much attention. My decision took Vivian and Carissa by surprise but they didn't dare complain. My dad gave me to Asphalt and our wedding vows were said. We exchanged our wedding rings and proclaimed long life commitment to each other.

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

Inside the limousine sat a bride. She was dressed in an elegant white wedding gown, her head resting against the window, and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She wasn't sleeping. She was dead. Lorrie slowly walked closer despite Lorenzo's warning. The moment she saw the woman's face, she gasped. The bride looked almost her age—beautiful, peaceful, as though she had simply fallen asleep. Around her neck hung a silver placard. Three words had been engraved into it: > **Contract Brides Die.**>

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

I wanted to break their jaw. I told them that we were going to Switzerland. They started teasing us that it would be very cold there. So we must keep ourselves warm. And the best way to keep ourselves warm was... Enough!!! We performed all the rituals and she was finely mine. I was going to her room when Vidhi, Priya and Megha stopped me from going inside my room. Vidhi wanted something in exchange for allowing me to go inside. Another ritual... I was desperate to see my bride and these girls... But Vidhi was adamant and was smiling mischievously.