One Day Bride Novels & Stories

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

On the day of the wedding, I turned on my phone and pinned a camera to my collar. The title of the live stream was, "My Fiance of Seven Years Is Getting Married Today, but the Bride Isn't Me."

One could easily cut the tension in the air with a knife. The doors of the chapel opened. And everyone stood up to look at the bride walk in. Anatoly felt the beating of his heart in his ears. He also followed the guests and looked ahead. There she was, his future wife, donna and the future mother to his heirs. A fucking disabled. He saw her walking down the aisle with her brother, one arm holding the bouquet, and the other tightly holding her brother's arm. No, she wasn't walking straight. She was fucking limping. Her prosthesis were nowhere to be seen and were perfectly hidden behind the heavy white dress.

Hazel Wedding Day "Layla don't forget to stop by the flower shop for our bouquet. You know we don't have time" Kylie yelled out through the phone pacing around the room on the accord. Today is finally the day. The long awaited day. My wedding day. I couldn't be much happier. All preparations have been made. What remains is for the bride to be present at the village. I will meet Damon too. As of this moment, my makeup session is in progress. My friends were the ones who took control of getting the bride ready for the day.

I definitely had feelings for her and I could not wait to see what the future had in store for us. ************* Today was finally our wedding day. I hated today for some reason. Everyone seemed happy and it disgusted me. Why were they all happy when they knew that the couples were not happy? It was a small wedding, only a few important family members were invited but my father had somehow found a way to invite the media to the wedding. All cameras were directed at I and Emily as we made our way out of the chapel. I could feel the sadness coming from her. She hated the whole marriage shenanigan and I could not blame her. I sort of hated it too, regardless of the feelings I had for Emily.

Nate whispers back, making me laugh. It was a good idea to drag him here with me. I definitely won't be bored. "The bride is here." I stand up from the seat, the silky gown falling to my feet. All the guests have stood up, looking back at the bride and her best man. The bride looks stunning in a sleeveless, silky gown. The wind ripples through her long hair as she walls down the aisle, next to the best man. Damien. My husband. Her right hand is poached in his elbow and the left hand is holding the black bouquet. She's looking up at Damien with so much love in her eyes. Damien is looking at the groom. And the groom is looking back at him. Not a friendly look.

Dawn said. Even if she didn't like the guy, he was the man Rosa loved all her life. She was really happy that Ethan is reciprocating Rosa's love. The girls hugged each other. "The chief bridesmaid position is for me, right?" Dawn asked. "Yes," Rosa said, smiling cheekily. Dawn could understand her. Rosalind has everything she could ever want and didn't need to bother about buying a new dress, working hard to be successful, and then settling down with a husband like every other girl.

Her obsession was a wall I couldn't climb over, so I decided I would just have to burn it down later. “They say the groom shouldn’t see the bride on the wedding day until the altar,” she said, forcing a kiss onto my lips as a way to reclaim her territory. “You’ll have to dress up in another room. I’ll send someone to pick up your suit and keep it there for you.” I said nothing. I turned and left the room, the sound of the stylists rushing back in to fix her ruined poise following me out.

The soft strains of a violin floated through the air as guests murmured amongst themselves, awaiting the arrival of the bride. Brenda stood in front of the large mirror in her bridal suite, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the lace of her dress. The gown, designed by the most sought-after couturier in the country, hugged her curves in a way that made her feel both beautiful and conflicted. She had once dreamed of a wedding like this, but never in a million years had she imagined it would be like this—marrying one man, yet carrying the child of another.