Secret Bride Novels & Stories

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.

I hacked into the pack network and permanently wiped all my personal and medical files. I threw every piece of clothing in my closet that carried my scent straight into the high-temp incinerator. I didn't leave so much as a single strand of hair in this house. It wasn't until the third day that Sienna sent another photo. In it, she was wearing a ridiculously lavish white gown, a cheap replica of a Luna tiara resting on her head. "The Alpha promised me a title," her text flaunted like a winner. "Today, he's throwing a secret, temporary mating ceremony for me at the new manor in the Neutral Zone. Thanks for stepping aside."

"We will dress Audrey in your bridal silks. We will veil her so the Silver Pack cannot see her face. She will marry the blind Alpha in your place." Samantha’s eyes widened. "But the prophecy... the Priestess said a false bride would die." "Exactly," Selene giggled, a sound that made the air feel cold. "The moment Lucas bites her to seal the bond, Audrey will drop dead. The Silver Pack will be in a panic, the 'human' mistake will finally be buried, and then... then you can step in as the 'rightful' bride to 'comfort' the grieving Alpha. You get the crown, and Audrey gets a grave. It’s perfect."

He gestured for a man standing beneath the tiers. The man unrolled a piece of parchment. "You are charged with harboring a secret that threatens the very foundation and lineage of this kingdom," the clerk read, his voice ringing cold against the stone walls. "Specifically, the treasonous concealment of the fact that the bride sent from Dierna is male." A murmur swept through the rows of the Council lords. I kept my gaze fixed ahead, my hands smoothing over the pink silk of my robes to hide the trembling of my fingers.

She mumbled. “I know we are not here to just stroll, So can you explain what you meant by what you wrote in this paper.” He showed the paper that she had passed to him earlier. “My name is Crystal. Forget my surname, I will rather not be called by that name.. And what I wrote in that paper is self explanatory. Mr.Logan, I want to Marry you.!” She dropped the bombshell at him. Logan still looked at him with no change in his facial expression, “I understand that part, The part I want to talk about is this part of saving my life”

she said again, but her voice broke on the last word. Victoria sighed and reached for her arm, but Bridget pulled back. “He’s coming!” she cried, the sound echoing in the vast hall. The guests fell silent. For a long, painful moment, no one moved. The sound of distant cameras clicking filled the air. Then, as if the world itself had given its answer, one of the groomsmen walked forward, holding a phone. His expression was grave. He leaned close to Victoria and whispered something. Victoria froze. Her hand fell to her side. Her eyes darted to Bridget’s face, then away again.

The hallway was quiet, the kind of silence that only existed in places where hearts were about to be broken. Sienna stood outside his room with her hand trembling around a small velvet box. Inside was a tie clip—silver, engraved with his initials—something Claire had ordered months ago and nearly forgotten. She had asked Sienna to deliver it. Simple favor. No big deal. Except it was a big deal. Because the groom was Ethan.

In one fluid motion, I was pulled into a chest — solid, warm, familiar — while the tray clattered onto the nearby table, drink miraculously still upright. “I’ve got you,” came a low, calm voice. My heart skidded in my chest. I looked up — and froze. Leon Albourne. The nation’s most admired heir. The man every tabloid nicknamed The Perfect Prince. The newly appointed Director of AV Tech. My new boss starting today. And, more importantly… my soon-to-be husband in a marriage no one but our families knew about. He looked down at me with unreadable eyes, dark and sharp like midnight storms. His grip on my arms was firm, protective, but his face remained composed — cool, as if he hadn’t just caugh

Selena Sylvia, standing on the second floor, couldn’t stop smiling as Will and Nicole approached her. “Selena Sylvia, there is something we need to tell you,” Nicole said, rubbing her fingers together. Selena Sylvia looked at Sherry and said, “Sherry, please give me my bag.” Sherry, dressed in a knee-length purple bridesmaid dress, promptly handed over the Chanel bag to Selena Sylvia. “Here’s $15,000 in cash. There will be more after the wedding,” Selena Sylvia said. Nicole took the money and placed it in her bag. Unbeknownst to them, there was a camera in the corner capturing their every move.