My Mute Bride 소설 & 이야기

"The Mood Goddess is displeased with her, and she has cursed us all." My ears immediately twitched, my amber eyes narrowing. I know the whispers, the unfounded accusations. Migumi, the woman chosen to be Prince Aiden's bride, had been the subject of gossip and slander since her arrival. It was probably due to the fact that it’s because of its breed as the Moonshadow wolf.

"Working for the Dark Alpha." "Has its perks." The guard grinned. Leaned in like he was sharing a secret. "You should hear the noises coming from his chambers lately." My hand tightened on my dice. "That right?" Mitch's voice was carefully neutral. "Oh yeah. The new bride? The one from—" He waved vaguely. "—wherever. Riverside I think?" My jaw clenched. "She's alive then," Mitch said casually "All night. Moans. Every night since the cursed bride arrived. "he said to his drinking partner

, the bride shouted, fidgeting, her voice cracking, hardly heard, like someone caught stealing meat from the pot, " I am his mate, we felt the mating pull for each other" " Shut up! I was not talking to you", she said to the bride, with a voice and aura so powerful and intimidating that not only the bride felt afraid - everyone there did, and it was a clear sign that she was born to be an alpha. " I am your mate!" she said, everyone's attention moving back to her as indistinct chatter erupted the whole place. He was angry with her for the fact that she was still alive, for the fact that she disrupted his ceremony, but most importantly, for the fact that he still felt the urge to hold her in

The moment I have been waiting for, "yes " I replied, still holding my breath, can't believe I am married to a mafia, I knew he was holding his breath. It a challenge for both of us, " Lily, if we can't make this work we would never see each other again" he said, Finally, let out the air he has been holding for a long time. Thank you Lucian, for accepting me. He pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss .

He was seated on a plush golden sofa, draped in a tuxedo that seemed as worn as it was fine. Beside him sat his young bride, beautiful yet fear was written all over her. She looked close to my age, maybe younger, with porcelain skin and downcast eyes, the kind of beauty that came with such weird silence. As Cristiano greeted them, Ronald grinned and leaned forward to shake my hand, his fingers cool and dry. “Ah, the new Morano bride,” he mused, his tone dripping with amusement as his gaze lingered. “Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.”

I am Aria Vitale. I am the director of the Vitale Foundation and a member of the operational board and the woman who tends the garden called Tuesday and the mother of a girl who is going to know from the earliest age that the world is full of things worth building if you are willing to be patient with them. I did not choose the beginning of this story. I chose everything after it. I would choose it all again. Every chapter. The difficult ones too. Especially those. End of The Vitale Bride

I nodded and went back to packing. That was the thing about playing mute — people got lazy. They stopped watching you properly after a while. They spoke freely in front of you, argued in front of you, made plans right in front of your face. A girl who couldn't speak was furniture. And furniture didn't need to be feared.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

She's clumsy with her movements but she pushes the band entirely successfully. When that is done, the priest speaks. “By the authority vested in me by the Church and the State of Italy, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” I face her and she faces me. My mind instantly flashes to the first time this whole game began. I hadn't even let myself enjoy the taste of her tongue against mine, outside the building that day. I lift her veil.

The groom, rumored to be too weak to attend the wedding, went out, wandering? He must be purposely ignoring her! "Uncle Liam, when Oliver comes back, can you please let me know?" Natalie asked. She didn't lose her temper. Mr. Liam's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he replied calmly, "Of course." However, Natalie woke up the next day without seeing her newlywed husband. The groom didn't attend the wedding, and on the wedding night, the bride was left alone in an empty room, the guest room. No wonder Hailey went to great lengths to have her replaced.