My Love My Bride Cast Novels & Stories

The bride spoke softly, sliding the ring on her groom's finger. Bruno took her hand in his, looking into her eyes. "I, Bruno Federico Gomez. Take you, Delores Mirabel as my beloved wife. I promise you my undying love and support and my unending fidelity. So help me, Lord." Bruno slid the ring on her finger. "I declare you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." The priest declared. At his declaration, the congregation rose to their feet, giving the couple a standing ovation. Bruno drew closer to Delores and slowly, their lips locked together.

I didn't believe that any other couple would've weathered the storms we experienced and as much as I’d have chosen an easier path leading up to this day, I wouldn't have had it any other way if it meant I didn't get to end up with Lisa. “You’re fucking unreal, I love you.” I mouthed slowly to her the moment she finally reached where I’d been standing. “I love you with everything I am.” She whispered back and my reply got caught in my throat at how much her words affected me, I didn't think I could be any more elated than I already was but she proved me wrong by simply telling me how much she loved me. “—and it's punishable by law to look as hot as you do right now” She muttered and smiled wh

“This is literally my fantasy coming to life!” “I'm so happy for you, girl.” Her friends echoed, coming up on either side of her. For a moment you would think that was it but then Fiona's eyes clashed with mine and she turned around. “Aren't you going to say something or aren't you happy that Emily is getting married to the man of her dreams?” I could care less about when the sun rose and set but for some reason, her mother thought it would be ‘nice’ to include me on the bridal train even though Emily hated that I was going to be there.

Love shone in her eyes, reflecting the love in the groom's eyes. As they exchanged their vows, the audience was moved to tears. The promises of love and commitment, spoken from the depths of their hearts, enveloped everyone in the auditorium with a profound sense of hope and happiness. On this momentous occasion, the groom and his radiant bride stood as the epitome of beauty and elegance. The bride's wedding gown, a masterpiece of lace and satin, shimmered in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun. Her veil cascaded like a waterfall, and her eyes sparkled with excitement and love.

He was just so much in love and extremely happy. She came near the stage, and he extended his hand and helped her to come up on the stage. " Come back on earth..." I whispered in his ear, and we all laughed. Sam blushed beautifully, and he smiled. I was still waiting for my love to come, then the music changed again, this time my bride was going to enter. Everyone turned to see towards the entry door. There she was, the love of my life, my Avni. She was looking like some goddess in that wedding attire.

My dad said, his voice calm, but there was ice underneath. "I mean it," Adrian said, his green eye locked on mine. "I love her. I want to marry her. I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. That includes asking for her hand. Now, if that's... allowed." Mum's hands flew to her cheeks. "Oh my God! Adrian! You... you love her!" She leaned across the table and gave him a quick squeeze on the arm. I buried my face in my hands, mortified. "Adrian! Stop!" I whispered, but I couldn't hide my smile.

I answered, with my eyes on my husband. He repeated same to Brandon. "I do." "With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife..." Brandon drew me in his arms, kissing me before the priest could say 'you may kiss the bride.' "I love you, Mrs King." Brandon whispered when he pulled his lips away from mine, giving me the opportunity breathe. "I love you so much more." Brandon and I turned to the crowd who cheered for us. Aaron and Aiden jumped out of Allison's arms, rushing towards us.

“Read it.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Legal terms blurred together, but the numbers were clear. Medical expenses. Housing. Monthly allowance. Security. Everything my mother needed. “And in return?” I asked, though my voice already knew the answer. “You will marry me.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. “It will be a one-year contract marriage,” he continued calmly. “No love. No emotional involvement. Public appearances only.” I swallowed hard. “And… intimacy?” His gaze darkened briefly. “Not required.”

he went on, Aunty Lisa was so confused . “What is going on,” She asked after she’d unwrapped a piece of chewable and thrown it in her mouth. “ This bride , thinks she can not make it because she is still in love with her ex, who left her to die in the trap house, and is…..” he was cut off immediately. “ Hold on, in the trap house!” Auntie Lisa exclaimed. “Yaa,” Shatra responded, I closed my eyes because I thought that he might recognize me. “ Bitch, look at me,” Auntie Lisa asked me.

Eva's heart sank. "The gardens?" She nodded. "The guest house." "Yes." "The parking lot?" "Nothing." Eva rubbed her temple. This couldn't be happening. Not today. Not at a Blackwood wedding. She looked toward the grand staircase just as Adrian stepped out of the bridal suite. His expression remained unreadable. Only the slight tightening of his jaw suggested anything was wrong. His head of security approached him. "We've checked the CCTV footage, sir." "And?" "The bride left through the staff entrance forty-three minutes ago."