Sacrificial Bride To The Feared Lord Hastings Novels & Stories

"Listen, Sir Hao, my son so proud, What should I tell thy young bride?" "I will say I'm outside in the grove, To ride my horse, and try my dogs." Then in the morning, day it was, Came the bride in her bride-gown. "They gave me mead, they gave me wine, Where is Sir Hao, my groom?" "Sir Hao rode into the grove, He’s trying his horse, and his dogs." She took up the scarlet red, There lay Hao, and he was dead.

Anne took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my lady. It’s all everyone is talking about. The kitchen staff are already drafting meals for the royal wedding.” “Royal wedding?!” Lily was utterly shocked. Mirabel looked calm but in reality, her ears were ringing and her blood seemed to have run cold. “Who is this bride?” She managed to ask Anne. “Megan Brighton! Former queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Her marriage to Richardson Jared was dissolved yesterday.” Anne answered. “What a wench! She lost her throne and now she is here for Lady Mirabel’s crown!” Mary yelled. “We do not insult women we do not know, Mary.” Mirabel cautioned her lady.

Raphael raised a brow as he stared at Caspian. "My supposed 'bride' unfortunately died in the accident— don't you get what that means?" He asked as he saw their clueless expression which slowly turned into one of understanding. "That means…" Aeon exchanged looks with Raphael who nodded " The hunt for a bride is now on" "Exactly" Caspian nodded and turned away from them and walked to a table at the middle of the room. Different sizes of knives were placed there. Caspian picked up the smallest and twirled it in his Ii They'll find a bride for me instead, one they'll use as a weapon" He turned back to face them, a grin on his face "But I'll beat them to it"

Christopher rebuked “I will not pay for father’s drunken banter.” Aldrich sighed “The Hendrich’s are never known to play it fair. However, we still have to honor father’s word.” “I will gladly give up my land and titles, but not in a million years will I give up the hand of Lady Beatrice Clifford. She is mine and I am hers.” Christopher laughed as he stood up once again. “My dear brother, Lady Cecil has taken a fancy to your being. I am not sure how you giving up your title will help.”

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

she snapped. The men immediately stepped back. "Look in her direction again and I'll fucking carve your eyes out with my stilettos," she hissed before grabbing my wrist and dragging me away. I struggled slightly to keep up with her heels. "What's going on?" I asked quickly, already forgetting about the men. "What happened in there? Is Nina alright?" Valeria let out an annoyed breath as we returned toward our seats. "Marriage crisis." I frowned. "What does that even mean?"

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

Light from crystal chandeliers glittered off jewels and watch faces that cost more than my father’s first company. I could feel the ghost of Sarah Miller trembling somewhere deep inside me, terrified of this world. I smothered her. I accepted a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, not to drink, but to have something to do with my hands. My gaze swept the crowd, a hunter searching for her prey. And then I saw him. Damien Sterling. He stood near the center of the room, holding court. He was taller than most men around him, his posture radiating an authority that didn’t need to be spoken. His tuxedo was impeccably tailored, his

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "