Romans & histoires Secret Bride

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

I explained. “Shit,” Morgan replied. “I have a wedding dress fitting in two weeks,” I announced. “Um, hello?!? Designer right here,” Morgan joked. “I know,” I laughed. “Can I tell you a secret? Please don't say anything to anyone. Absolutely, no one.” “This is the circle of trust,” Kimmy stated. “This vault is never broken.” “If I can’t get out of the wedding,” I gulped. “Zander said we will sneak away and get married two days before the wedding.”

Sierra exclaimed in shock when she saw her body covered in oil and with nothing covering her nakedness but the blanket. “What the hell are you guys?” Sierra cried out clutching the blanket tightly to her chest. One of the girls grinned at Sierra, she glanced at the door for a while and then turned back to her “We’ve heard of you, new bride. Why don’t you give us a taste of your blood and make us immortal?” The girl said with a dreadful grin that sends her heart pounding wildly in her chest. “So… it’s not a dream” she uttered when realization set in. “Crystal…” she muttered and bit her lips in regret.

I waved at Kim and she waved back equally. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed to grab my phone while the others chatted excitedly. While Hannah still couldn't believe that I was getting married to Harold Williams, Joanna, and Kim started hammering on the fact that I deserve it and would fit right into it. And Jemma wouldn't stop yarning about how handsome Harold is. I understood the girls' speculations regarding our secret wedding. After all, it was not photos of me and Harold that were all over the country but that of Brittany Raymond, the famous red-haired model and a Victorian secret model with the perfect Billionaire gentleman. Every lady's dream, Harold Williams.

"It kills me to reveal to you, especially in light of the recent hysterics on my part, that I have a secret too. Something I've kept from all three of you, and everybody else." A secret? What? "Wait. What secret?" I asked, stupidly. Was she was secretly twenty-five years old, or some shit? That would explain the incredible tits... Bridget just took a huge breath and let it out. She said something so softly I couldn't hear. "I beg your pardon?" I said, weirdly formal like I was in some damned parlor comedy. "I'm a virgin," Bridget said flatly and out loud. Louder than necessary, in fact.

Lola didn't say a word for a moment, but when she finally did, I couldn't believe my ears. "She's going to be the one to take your place." She replied, but I didn't understand. ''What do you mean?'' I asked. "Your stepmother and your stepbrother brought her to impersonate you." She paused and glanced at the door, then continued. "I overheard them talking about it yesterday. Preparations have already been made to welcome her as Miss Grace Wellington. I fear for you, ma'am.'' She said with a saddened face. "Leila has a bad reputation. She's a thief, a sex worker, a bully, and....'' She bit her lips and shook her head. Imagine such a person bearing your name. Imagine what people will say about

If he wanted to talk, he’d have to chase me for it, and even then, I wasn’t sure I’d give him the satisfaction. Inside, the venue was even more stunning. The main hall looked like a dream — soft golden lighting, crystal glasses, and tables draped in satin. Famous faces were scattered everywhere, chatting and sipping champagne. Sabrina and Rolland’s names glittered in gold at the far end of the hall, above a massive flower arch where they’d take their vows. I could feel eyes on me, hear the whispers. That’s Sierra Morgan. The one who’s pregnant. Is Liam really the father?

Just like— “You are a political prisoner of sorts. I don’t wish to rule the Eastern Kingdom. You, Princess Vivian, have offered to marry me to keep the peace between the two kingdoms.” My eyes widen in shock. “What?” “The mating ceremony is in a couple of hours. Harriet will—” “I can’t do it!” I burst out, terrified. It would be so easy to keep my mouth shut and go along with this, but if he finds out the truth down the line, it will be so much worse for me. I can’t live in fear of him discovering my true identity. The king has fallen silent, so I continue, lowering my head. “I’m not—I’m not the real Princess Vivian. I just look like her.”

But I need to tell you the truth about Alexander, about the other family, about the child who survived. His name is Thomas. He's been hiding for thirty years, waiting for the right moment to come forward. He's ready now. Please. Meet me at the cemetery tomorrow. Noon. A Friend Isabella read the letter twice, then handed it to Sebastian. "Another Friend," she said. "Another secret." "Another chance to uncover the truth." Sebastian nodded slowly. "We go together." The cemetery was old, the headstones weathered, the grass overgrown. Isabella stood at the gate, Sebastian beside her, her heart pounding. The fog rolled in from the ocean, thick and gray, swallowing the world beyond the iron fence.

I chuckle quietly, "Crystal has been abducted, and I stand here as an impostor, my Lord." He giggles, forgetting himself, and the priest pauses to take a look at him but continues when Sean clears his throat and nods for him to. "All that said," the priest continued in a loud voice facing Sean, "you will now adorn her with the royal symbol of marriage." Just then, a young lady in a pink dress comes forward with a small pillow and the most beautiful silver necklace I've ever seen, lying gracefully on it. A pendant, carved like a female's face, hangs from it, and it glimmers in the light, its sparkle matching the one in my eyes. Sean picks it up carefully and comes closer, putting it around my