Novel & Cerita One Day Bride

And as I felt our daughter’s gentle kicks earlier in the day and now Alexander’s steady heartbeat against my back, I knew one thing for sure. We were exactly where we were meant to be. Epilogue – One Year Later — Beautiful wedding anniversary. Alexander thanks Emma for being “the bride I never wanted… but the wife I desperately needed.”

“No, just some drunk, oblivious girl who thinks everyone wants her. There’re many of that kind of woman in this town. Mine, on the other hand, is completely opposite of that. She’s kind, generous and very intelligent.” “Luck is on your side. My bride resembles a robot. She just goes through the motions and bends over backward to impress me.” And he starts it up again. “This bride of yours sounds to be quite an equal to you. Not to mention, I have an impression that she keeps you on your toes.” “We’re more similar than you can imagine and even though she’s perfect in so many ways, we have our arguments.”

in the most superior way possible, before instructing one of the other maids to stage me at the top of the stairs to be presented to Daniel and his family, like some kind of fucking show pony or something. I am then led to the top of the main stairs and the head maid places herself to my right as she takes my arm. I can hear music playing as I was being announced to the room by someone else. The head maid began to lead me down the stairs in a most dignified way. I didn't know what else to do, so I just tried to follow along as she led me down in perfect time to the music. Everyone gasped and ogled at me as I descended the stairs as elegantly as I could, but It still just feels like a death m

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

I'm set for this, born for this. This is the day I've been waiting for for two weeks. All my life when it came to an abrupt stop when I was told I'll be getting married to Sebastian Spenser two weeks ago. I couldn't say no. No wasn't an option. In fact, my opinion doesn't matter. I get the call to do this and I do it irrespective of whether I love the man or not. I couldn't consider running away either. Is this how marriage is supposed to look like? Where the bride gets sent home in company of a driver and the husband wanders off to God knows where? Is the wife supposed to wait for her husband on their wedding night and then what?

(Cami POV) My dream wedding is exactly like Gabe's wedding. Beautiful sunny day, blue sky, peaceful sea, light fresh air, the trees dancing slowly as if swaying with the peaceful love song, birds tweeting happily. Beautiful seven-layered wedding cake and surrounded by delicious foods cooked by international chefs. The band slowly played "On this Day by David Pomeranz". And I am wearing a long white beautiful wedding gown and am going to walk toward Dylan and he was looking into my eyes with tears as I walk step by step closer to him.

"Just one more day in the cage. I'm coming for you, and I’m bringing the storm." ​Outside, the first light of the wedding day began to creep over the horizon, casting a pale, sickly glow over the city. In the Montgomery penthouse, Vivienne was being woken up by a team of stylists to begin her transformation into a bride. She didn't know that miles away, the man she mourned was preparing to tear the sea apart to reach her. ​She didn't know that the "Blinding White" was just the curtain before the final act.

Alina stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding as she took in the delicate details of her wedding dress. The intricate lace, the soft tulle skirt, and the shimmering veil all felt like a dream. She had waited for this moment, and now, it was finally here—her wedding day with Anton. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her veil, her thoughts drifting to the journey that had brought her here. The trials, the heartbreak, the second chance at life—it all felt surreal.

Next Day…(Wedding Day) As the sun began to rise on the wedding day, Brixlee sat in front of a large mirror. Samantha bustled around her, preparing her hair and makeup, and fussing with her white ornated wedding dress. Brixlee tried to focus on the task at hand, but her mind was consumed with doubts and fears about the unknown future that lay ahead of her.