Paper Brides Novels & Stories

Yeah, maybe I should do that to save my ass. The next day, I woke up feeling like I didn't want to get up and leave the house but I couldn't because Javier and I were getting married today. This is crazy! The make-up artist that Javier hired for me and the bridesmaids fixed us up early. All of our bridesmaids are friends and cousins ​​are acquaintances of his.

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

Mila The wedding day should be the best day of any woman’s life, but for me it has been nothing but something forced upon me that has turned it into the worst day of my life. This is the second time I was being prepared to be a bride. And this time too I’d prefer to run away rather than attend my own wedding. “Would you like us to pin your hair up?” One of the girls asked, I think her name is Jean.

’, I thought. . “In the same way, you are Master Cade’s bride.”, There are no mirrors in front of me but I knew the size of the eyes had grown in the shape of a melon. “But in werewolves, mates are paired by the Moon Goddess and here, Bride is chosen by the ruling King.” . Oh! . “King Black chose you as Master Cade’s bride assuming that you will also be strong and powerful just like your parents but it turned out that you are nowhere to them in terms of powers that’s why he wanted to get rid of you.”

Who had understood, in that one direction, exactly what I needed. "Alright," I said. "Give me ten minutes to get dressed." The fittings took three hours. I was measured carefully and then presented with options that covered the full spectrum of what bridal could mean. Architectural and structured. Soft and romantic. Elaborate and spare. Each one assessed in front of the long mirror Elena had positioned near the window for the best light, with the quiet professional commentary of a team that knew what they were doing and the complete absence of pressure that came from being genuinely given a choice.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hit me like a slap. My hands shook inside the white lace gloves as Alexander Voss slid the heavy gold band onto my finger. Not Sophia's. Mine. I forced a smile for the hundreds of eyes watching us. The cathedral smelled of expensive flowers and even more expensive perfume. Cameras flashed nonstop. "You may kiss the bride," the officiant said with a proud smile. Alexander leaned in. His grey eyes locked on mine for the first time up close. For one second I thought he might actually do it. Then something shifted in his face. His jaw tightened. He pressed a quick, cold kiss to my cheek instead.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

All of this was nothing more than a lie. At the church, there was a small room where the bride could receive guests beforehand, in case anyone wanted to take photos with her. Laura was there, and people were filing in to see her. Her dress was a typical princess-style wedding gown, with a very full skirt and long train. She was the image of the perfect bride, looking spectacular. The grooms had arrived too, but they were waiting elsewhere.

Guests and sponsors were settled in their own individual housing while others are booked on local hotels. Her uncle Bruno was so excited to cater to the event adding publicity to their ever growing food business. Leonie is her bride's maid, while Jade is the pretty little flower girl dress in a princess gown showering the aisle with flowers along with the other cute girls, to pave the way for the bride to walk in. When the marching band played Ruby came marching behind the sponsors with Bruno giving her away, as she walked down the makeshift isle she was wondering how does it feel if the seven years had never happened? Will she be more happier than today?

“Alright then, King. What’s the plan?” I stood straighter, mind already moving at the speed of my will. “Bukky, inspect everything. You guys hire a planning committee, the best in town. Let them incorporate the bride's and groom's needs in their planning. Tell them they have one night.” “Jesus,” Milo muttered, chuckling. “Send out invitations before midnight. No one who matters will miss it.” “And the venue?” Diego asked. I looked out the window toward the eastern bluff. “That chapel by the cliff. Clean it. Decorate it. I want white lilies. Blood-red candles. Gold lining.”