My Love My Bride Cast Novels & Stories

"Then, what is it?" "The bride inside… The bride is… is… is Eloise."

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hit me like a slap. My hands shook inside the white lace gloves as Alexander Voss slid the heavy gold band onto my finger. Not Sophia's. Mine. I forced a smile for the hundreds of eyes watching us. The cathedral smelled of expensive flowers and even more expensive perfume. Cameras flashed nonstop. "You may kiss the bride," the officiant said with a proud smile. Alexander leaned in. His grey eyes locked on mine for the first time up close. For one second I thought he might actually do it. Then something shifted in his face. His jaw tightened. He pressed a quick, cold kiss to my cheek instead.

The moment the door closed, the phone on the table buzzed. I picked it up and saw over a dozen unread messages, all from the fake young master, Michael. [Tony, you already figured out the bride is fake, right? Surprise. Christine and I are watching your wedding livestream right now.] Attached was a high-definition photo: Christine nestled affectionately in Michael's arms, both of them smiling sweetly at the camera. [Oh right, this was my idea. Christine said that even though you two grew up together, I'm her true love.]

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

smiled sweetly at him. She was crying, her eyes were clearly visible even though her face was covered with a veil. “Scarlet Hart Berkshire, I love you so much. I promise to laugh with you, cry with you and grow old with you. I will cherish and love you, support your dreams and respect our differences. I will be by your sides through ups and downs. We do have a lot of trials encountered before but I promise that I will always be by your side. I will give everything to you, take this ring as my heart and soul. Let this ring be the witness that I am yours and I chose to be with you forever, until death do us part. I love you so much.” I heard Scarlet sobbing so I immediately wiped her cheek wi

The fabric shimmered under the soft lights, a perfect blend of elegance and grace. Kayla looked at me through the mirror, her eyes glistening with gratitude. “It’s beautiful,” she said softly. “Thank you for everything.” “You look incredible,” I replied. “You’re going to make a stunning bride.” The ceremony was breathtaking, set under a canopy of delicate flowers with the soft glow of the late afternoon sun. As Kayla walked down the aisle, Connor’s eyes filled with tears of joy. The depth of their love was impossible to miss. And when they exchanged vows, their words were a promise of forever, a commitment to face life’s challenges together.

he answered, still not looking up. Silence followed as she didn’t speak up. Xavier looked up at her, only to find her whole focus on the stage where the marriage was going on. The bride on the stage was asked by the priest if she would take the groom as her lawful husband. “I won’t. This trash can doesn’t even deserve to stand here,” the bride said, making the whole crowd go silent. The girl pulled up her veil, smashing it on the ground. “What… what are you doing, Asha?” the groom looked horrified by her words as he tried to handle the situation while gripping the girl’s hand.

“I am not who?” “You are not Emerald, are you? You are not the woman I was supposed to marry,” I accused and stared at her face carefully. I knew I would be able to read her once I looked at her. She was like an open book and was so easy to see through. I knew that was going to help me right now. “Did… did you smoke?” She frowned. There was no change in her facial expression. “Where is my bride?” I asked again. “Ah… you must have smoked. I thought you didn’t smoke. Was I wrong then?”

Her tone shifted slightly, curiosity mixing with concern. My shoulders tensed as memories of that night surfaced. I hesitated, unsure how much to tell her. Knowing her temper, if I said too much, she might storm off immediately and confront my stepmother herself. So, I kept it simple. “I got married,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You could call it a shotgun wedding.” Her reaction was instant. “Married?” she repeated, her expression turning serious. “Arianna, aren’t you too young for that? I hope he’s not taking advantage of you.”