Secret Bride Novels & Stories

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.

The best man moved to help Ethan out of the car, and Maya stared at the mansion in awe, still trying to process it all. “You’re going to keep staring at it, or you’re going to go in?” Ethan’s deep voice said. He was already rolling forward. Maya swallowed hard and began following behind him. She didn’t have a single bag of luggage like a normal bride would. This wasn’t a usual wedding. She wasn’t a usual bride. She was a hidden, replacement bride.

Grace. My hands began to shake. These weren’t the names of corporate rivals or faceless enemies. These were people. A family. This wasn’t a trophy of a conquest; it was a relic of a past he had clearly left behind. A past he kept hidden in a secret drawer. This was not the damning evidence I sought. This was a complication. A human being I had sworn not to see. The sharp sound of a key turning in the penthouse front door shattered the silence. My blood ran cold. It was too early. He wasn’t due back for two more days.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he stood up and let out a groan, "can you take me to that girl? I nodded, standing up as well. I then began walking in the direction of the basement with him following me quietly and closely behind. After a few more steps, I opened the mental door, revealing the girl who was sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and soft snores coming out from her. Maybe I left her out there for too long? "Athena?" The name flew out of Alessio's mouth which made me furrow my brows in confusion. He walked towards her, taking rather large steps, "fucking hell," he breathed out once he was standing right in front of her, "is she dead?"

With a cheerful smile, the maid left the room. A narrow, long blue-velvet jeweler’s box nestled on a starched, white serviette, next to the plate of cornetti. Curiosity won the tug of war and she lifted the case and gently opened it. Inside, laid upon shining white satin, was an exquisite silver charm bracelet. Blair lifted it from the case and held it up, exclaiming over the delicate charms evenly spaced along its length.

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”

Sadiqah said “ I think you are mis…” she said and was cut short by Sadiqah who moved closer and held her by the neckline of her dress. “You are a pretender… and a bad person, finally send me packing , I will not take it lightly with you…” She said and held the neckline tightly while Aziza struggled to breathe and try to fight back to free herself from the hot grip and suddenly she heard Hibah's cry from inside and just like an answered prayers the door opened and their Husband entered holding Habeebullah by the hand.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

He is actually excited to find his Cinderella. Because of the news report, the company's email and Chase's phone has been blowing with messages inquiring about dating the heir. Chase went ahead and ordered Secretary Lee to assign investigators for each messages they receive about him. He didn't gave out words about his ideal type, he only ordered them to investigate if the people's intention was love nor money. "Are there any other things you would like to add sir?" Secretary Lee asked as he was sending the commands with his tablet. "Did the Prince danced with every maiden there or did he just greeted them?" Chase mumbled but it was clear enough for the secretary to understand.