Novel & Cerita My Love My Bride Cast

A beautiful bride wearing an ethereal blood red colored lehenga was sitting in front of the mirror looking at her broken self. She didn't want herself to end up like this but her fate didn't show any mercy on her so here she is now marrying a man she didn't even know properly and love? It was not between them far away. A tear trickled down her cheek but no one was there to see it. No me was there to ask her what happened because she had to go through it alone. She couldn't deny this marriage became she didn't have a valid reason to do so. That unfortunate bride was none other than Rooh.

I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, make love to me because he was going to be my man who never for once looked at another women in last six months. "Oh My God! My baby, you're looking the prettiest bride ever. I can't believe you're finally getting married to the man who loves you passionately." Mom's emotional voice put a halt on my thought process. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The bride dressed in an expensive white wedding gown with real pearls and silver threads embedded and diamond jewelries and perfect make-up, it didn't look like Emma Stone but would be Emma Black. "Mom, please don't start your melodrama now. We have spent a week's make over and six hours on her makeup. Yo

He promised, smiling at her “So, will you kiss me now, or are you still mad at me?” “You know I can’t stay mad at you.” She said, kissing the love of her life. Amanda watched speechless with one hand covering her mouth. Witnessing the real life romance between her friend and her fiance almost made Amanda's eyes watery. “Ok love birds. Remember we have work to do.” Elena said snapping her fingers. Louis walked to the stand and he stood still while the gentleman took his measurement. One of the ladies measured Bridget and the other lady hanged all the wedding Gowns that Bridget would try on.

But I could barely see him as a result of my thick veil. If not for father, I bet I would have missed my step and fallen flat on my face. As I neared the alter, I began getting a clearer vision of my groom which seized my breath. His face was distinct, oddly familiar the more closer I got to him. It seemed like I had seen him before. Fear infused itself in me the moment I stepped on the alter. "My beautiful bride, I have been waiting for you" he lowly said, pulling of my veil. At that fleeting moment, my jaws went unhinged and ajar as I stared right at him.

Her sweet, intoxicating honey scent enveloped me, and I couldn't help but be thankful for this moment, realizing I had never loved anyone like this or envisioned myself getting married. “Kiss the bride!” “Kiss the bride!” “Kiss the bride!” The crowd chanted in unison. Taking a deep breath, I lifted the veil off her face and placed it gently behind her head. As my eyes landed on her stunning face, adorned with light makeup, she stood as the most beautiful woman in the room, capturing my attention completely. Without wasting a second, I pulled her closer to me by her waist, the rhythmic pounding of our hearts loud in my ears. Her parted lips welcomed me, and I met them eagerly, feeling an elec

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

I could only force down the discomfort I felt and thank them in stiff tones, even though the only thought running through my mind then was how much I wanted to be standing here with Susanna instead. Elena's father walked her down the aisle, their pace slow and measured. Diamonds adorned the snow-white wedding dress she wore, and the tiara atop her head sparkled brilliantly. I was well aware that I should be stepping forward to accept my "bride", but it was as though my feet had turned to lead, pinning me in place. All the while, my gaze was focused on a spot somewhere in the distance—in the direction of the villa where Susanna and I lived.

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

I turn to see the registrar who was standing beside us. After saying the vows. I expected the registrar to say you may now kiss the bride but he didn't. I heave a sigh of relief. I glanced at Hunter to see him still staring at me. What's wrong with my face. I raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner making him smirk and wink at me.