Novel & Cerita Secret Bride

The real Elara walked to the vanity, picked up my lipstick, the same crimson shade I wore the night I died, and painted her mouth slowly. “You’re not Elara Voss,” I said, voice trembling with rage I didn’t know I still had. “I am.” “Are you?” She turned, lips bloody red. “Then why can I feel the baby kick when you can’t? Why do I remember the first time he kissed me under the blood moon while you only remember dying?” She stepped closer, and the air turned cold, like someone had opened a grave. “Let me tell you a secret, little ghost,” she whispered. “You were never the real bride. You were the decoy. The spare. The sacrificial lamb raised by wolves to die so the real Luna could live.”

she whispered. “We did it.” She looked down at my dress, where the hidden key rested beneath the satin. “And tomorrow?” Tomorrow meant the vault. Don. Lena. Peter. Ronan. The underground corridor where the dead refused to stay dead. I squeezed her hand. “Tomorrow.” Beth nodded, then pulled me into a careful hug. “Tonight, be married.” I held on to her a second longer. Then I climbed the stairs with Luca.

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.

she explained, then she closed my door with a soft click. I sank into my bed once more as the reality of what she’d revealed dawned on me, Spencer was leaving, but I was still trapped in this hell I call a life, I stood up and walked into my vanity, I opened the hidden drawer and brought out the letter I had gotten just a week ago, a letter of acceptance to Silverstone.

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.

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

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

He couldn't understand why she would do something. "I guess not everyone is as they seem, right?" Sophie said as she walked in with David. ********* To everyone of you that came so far with me, I want to take this moment to thank you all. You have been a source of inspiration to me, pushing me to my very best. Thank you all so much. Finally, Secret Love is coming to an end. 2 more chapters to go!!!🤗🤗 Check out my other story; Fading Scars: Scars of the past on W******l. I'm sure you'll love it. Thank you once again. See y'all in the next update.

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?