Sacrificial Bride To The Feared Lord Hastings Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Sultan POV My world was turned upside down just in a night. Marrying her was just a step towards my dream. She was something like a step of stairs that I formed for my success. The vows that I took in the marriage was something baseless and more like a drama to me. When I filled vermilion in the partition of her hairs, I didn't know what I was doing. All I could think then was the crown of Hind and only Hind. I didn't realise what I was doing and I didn't have anything for her.

The moment the words left my mouth, she shifted in her seat, her body tensing. Regret hit me instantly. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up. I was about to tell her to forget it—to let it go—when she spoke. “You wouldn’t believe what my stepmother did,” she said, her voice tight. “She’s trying to marry you off to my stepsister.” I coughed, caught completely off guard. “What do you mean?” I asked, frowning. “She wants me to have two wives? Two half-sisters?” I shook my head. “That’s… very weird.”

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"

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.

There was nothing good about her but she still hated her, reasons best known to her. Lucy was supposed to be the bride, she was happy to be the bride. But after hearing the rumors that the king was old and bedridden, she declined the offer. And her father, afraid of losing this opportunity, made her the 'sacrificial lamb' instead. But thinking about it now, she couldn't help but imagine how Lucy's face would look once she finds out that the 'old and bedridden man' was so handsome and...sexy.