Secret Bride Novels & Stories

Federico Amato sat alone in his luxurious penthouse, a half-finished glass of scotch trembling slightly in his hand. The TV played muted footage of Alessandro’s press conference earlier that day. The headlines screamed: ALESSANDRO AMATO RETURNS: THE KING IS BACK SURPRISE ANNOUNCEMENT: SECRET WIFE REVEALED! Federico’s lip curled in disgust. He rewound the footage again and again — watching Antonia stand next to Alessandro, radiant in her simple, elegant dress. Watching how Alessandro’s hand brushed against hers in unconscious affection. "She’s changing him," Federico thought bitterly.

Max leaned closer as he removed the veil from my face and pressed his lips to mine for a kiss, making my eyes wide, as I felt myself melting into him, and kissing him back. It was a short kiss but so passionate that I barely recovered my breath when Max withdrew, his smile was warm as he looked at me. The clapping sound from the audience helped me shake off the daze and realize that it was real. It was now Mrs. Maximillian Sterling that I was. “Ladies and gentlemen. I present you Mr. & Mrs. Sterling.” The priest announced to the audience who stood up, clapped, and congratulated us. “Breathe, Mrs. Evelyn Sterling.” Max whispered in my ear “And, smile for the camera. We don’t want the audience

It was all too perfect. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep, but I was fully alert, listening for any sound from the staircase. I knew it was only a matter of time before Tammie came down. The bride always checks on her groom, right? It didn’t take long. I heard the faint creak of the staircase, the soft padding of footsteps descending. A wicked thrill shot through me. It was her. I just knew it. I barely opened my eyes, keeping them just the slightest bit parted so I could see through my lashes. There she was, standing on the last step, frozen in place as her eyes landed on us.

“Maybe you and your mother can join him there too. It will be such a happy union.” The preacher’s loud voice slices through the moment but I cannot shake the feeling that has trapped me in the moment. I look toward my maid of honor, Angela, who had to fly in early this morning. She shakes her head slowly and motions for me to smile. There are a bunch of people watching and to the Bookers, their reputation is everything. The exchange of vows run on smoothly if we are not counting the late arrival of Teddy’s mistress, Violet. The woman from last night. Her heels reverberate around the chapel as she saunters in, draped in a provocative lace dress.

My mother pushed my wheelchair facing Achetbir, then Blair took my phone and continued my live video while capturing our scene. Achetbir brought out a small red box for his pocket. I am not stupid to not know what that is, I just can't believe that he is now prepared for this. Did he prepare this for a long time? "Jandie Mendoza, my secretary, the girl who hide the billionare's heir. Will you marry me?" asked achetbir in full happiness. I slowly put down my hand from my mouth and nodded sobblingly. "I will," I answered.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

Brielle chuckled. "What do you mean? Why are you having that look on your face?" Angelica asked looking at her. "The wedding can't happen without the bride right." Brielle stated. "How? Stop talking in riddles, what do you mean?" Angelica anxiously asked. Brielle came closer to her. "I have locked Sophie in her room and removed the bride tag on the door then replaced it on another door, without the bride, the wedding won't happen, then, I will still get another chance to be with my Asher." Brielle explained but Angelica widened her eyes.

She’d been scrolling without really seeing—headlines, faces, noise—until one name punched straight through the fog. Ethan Voss. Her thumb stopped. She leaned in, heart stuttering once before picking up speed. The headline was bold. Merciless. WEDDING SHATTERED: BEST MAN EXPOSES BRIDE’S AFFAIR AT ALTAR — VOSS HEIR WALKS OUT MID-CEREMONY Mia’s breath left her in a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God.” She clicked. Photos loaded. Grainy and clear. Ethan was standing rigid at the altar. Liam froze beside Evelyn. Evelyn’s face caught mid-collapse—white, horrified, undone.

"She's coming into town next week. I tried to shut it down, but she doesn't work that way." Lisa blew out a sharp breath and stood, pacing to the edge of the deck, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I knew this was going to happen. I knew the minute you showed up in Redwood Bay with your sharp suits and your smug billionaire face that some ice queen relative would come knocking, demanding to see the heir." "Hey," I protested weakly. "I'm not smug." She shot me a look over her shoulder. "Bryan. You have heir to a corporate empire written all over you."

Belinda's heart was already pounding, afraid that their relationship would be exposed just because her husband was being reckless on campus. “After Isabella’s class, do you still have classes?” "Today, it just so happens that your class and Isabella's are in. Can't wait to see me working in your office again?" Belinda winked cutely. "I'd rather ask for your help. I really need you on a secret mission at the office later." “What secret mission? Am I a secret agent like in the movies?” Brandon laughed in amusement at his wife's innocence, making him even more excited. "Today I have to catch Celine. I won't let her stay in my office any longer."