Sacrificial Bride To The Feared Lord Hastings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Page Six. Billionaire's Bridesmaid Bride. There's a photo of you leaving Voss Tower yesterday holding a folder against your chest like it's a baby. The caption calls you, and I'm quoting directly, the convenient replacement." Temi's stomach dropped through the floor of her studio. She pulled up the article on her laptop, Pri still talking in her ear, and there it was, a grainy long lens photograph of her walking out onto Sixth Avenue the day before, sunlight hitting her face, the contract folder clutched to her chest exactly the way Pri described. Beneath it, a headline written to draw blood. Voss Heir Trades Runaway Bride for Her Best Friend, barely 24 hours later. "How did they get this s

He was never bothered by anything and me hoping that he would be at least sad to give me this news was a hopeless one. “Father. You can’t possibly expect me to get married to someone I have never met, especially in the next few months.” I said, my voice gentle as opposed to the way I was feeling inside. “Don’t tell me you didn’t expect it. You are the only heir to the Heathingways business. The only heir to my throne Casey. You don’t think you have the luxury of getting married to who you want now do you?” He scoffed before standing up and adjusting his suit jacket. “Get ready. We will be having dinner with his family tomorrow. Come prepared.”

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.”

Taking advantage of the Harrisons’ silence, Bruce continued, “Do you think we didn’t look into how one bride ended up getting swapped for another?” “Stacy left two hours before the wedding and Miss Selene even sent her off. You planned for our Young Mistress to marry our Young Master. What nonsense to claim that she coerced Stacy into letting her take her place!” “Now to cover up your actions, you still have the audacity to tarnish the Young Mistress’ good name!” When he was done speaking, Bruce drove the knife into the sofa, tearing a gash in the surface and a loud ominous rip filled the air.

I stood on a precipice, helplessly watching the man who loved to duel for my hand in marriage, and miserably lose not only my hand, but his life. My beloved Cristhofer fought so hard against Commander John Chase, a tall man who was close to 28 years old, he ruled on the Island of Corvo that was next to Shivia, and the reason he fought for my hand was not love, it was for politics and power, because I was Helena Lancaster, sister of King Charles the second Lancaster who found it amusing to host a tournament to the death by my hand.

Without another word, Lady Briseis stomped away to her fathers study. As Lady Briseis entered, her father was sat waiting expectantly, “Well, when is the wedding my daughter?” Lord Stevano asked. “There will be no wedding father,” Lady Briseis spat back, “All of this has been for nothing, the Prince is already engaged, he will accept this child as his bastard and nothing else.” Lady Briseis dropped down onto the seat opposite her father in a dramatic fashion and let out a long sigh. “No, he can’t do that, he impregnated you, he must do the honourable thing and wed you, it is the law,” Lord Stevano shrieked, his voice shook the windows around them. “Not unless he’s found his fated lover fathe

“Oh, and don’t try to kill me either, because once my heart stops, the explosions start.” He visibly gulps hard while eyeing the door and his men, but they don’t dare walk forward. I turn my head to the altar and spot the blushing bride with her veil still over her face. I haven’t seen her properly as yet or know her name, but I know she’s his only daughter. He’s marrying her off to someone from the Outfit, my mother’s blood. Then I smirk and point to her. “Since the life of a foot soldier matches that of a queen, I want your princess,” I say and see both his and his wife’s eyes grow wide with horror at my request.

His calloused fingers, resting lightly on the table, occasionally invaded her view, a quiet reminder of his presence. As the evening wore on and Caelia reluctantly slowed her feasting, two young women approached the table. Their careful attire and poised movements betrayed their noble upbringing. Rhyzar nodded, allowing them to ascend the stairs. Setting aside the glass of unfamiliar wine she’d been given, Caelia straightened in her seat as the women approached. “My lord Draken,” the taller of the two said, bowing her head gracefully. Her golden curls cascaded like streams of honey over her tanned shoulders. Her crimson lips curved into a warm, elegant smile. “I’ve been so eager to meet your

The bride moved like silk in current. One moment she stood on the dock. The next her red sleeve wrapped around my throat, cold as drowning. "Hungry little temple," she crooned. "All doors, no depth." Ava swung. The crowbar tore through the bride's veil, revealing not Aunt Lan but a skull packed with pearls. The pearls opened tiny eyes. [Grudge source: stolen wedding offerings.] Madam Qiao had said paper goods mattered. So did offerings.

When I noticed how sad Crimson looked, I decided to try and cheer her up as best I could. I reached my hand out and patted her on the shoulder. As I did, she looked over at me. Once she looked at me, I gave her the brightest smile, "Sass Loves Mommy!" Hearing me say that, along with my smile, managed to lift her spirits somewhat, and she pulled a half-hearted smile, "Thank you, Sash! Mommy loves you too!" Just two hours earlier, two maids were talking near the greenhouse, "I overheard a noble talking about how the young daughter of the Hastus family is going to marry into the royal family!"