Secret Bride Novels & Stories

Cherry’s POV: “Take me to her? Do you know what you are saying?How did you get to know me?”I said while he stood surprised. “Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Richard Kingsley. I have been working for your mother as her secretary for the past twenty years now. She told me to come and get you after looking for you.” “We have been looking for you for so long . Your mother is the CEO of the L’Avogue group of companies. I don’t know if you heard of such.”He continued.

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.

Interest shone in his eyes. Rebecca saw it. So, she took on the role of their medium. "Jeff, she's my bridesmaid, Anna. And Anna, he is the best man, Jeff." Jeff remained silent with a refined look at her. The way he looked at her was like someone was fascinated by something. "Hi," said Anna awkwardly. She was a little uncomfortable being seen like that. "Hi," he replied with a big smile. His eyes didn't leave Anna. Rebecca smiled happily, knowing her plan had worked. She deliberately cleared her throat loudly to get their attention and said, "I'll leave you two. Enjoy the party." She immediately took Matt's arm and pulled him away.

“I… I slipped into the palace last night through the laundry entrance, like you told me. I waited until the guards changed shifts, then sneaked into her room.” Sierra’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “And?” “She was asleep,” the maid whispered. “I tore the dress, cut the shoes, and broke the mask before leaving.” Sierra clapped her hands excitedly. “Perfect!” Her minions squealed. “Sierra, you’re amazing!” “You really showed that girl!” Sierra stood up and twirled dramatically. “She thinks she can go for that wedding? She thinks she can be around princes? She thinks she’s something?”

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

She would usually stand under the tree until midnight then walk home. I guess the nerds had wised up so the frat boys had sent Laura Taylor as a kind of Trojan horse to trick some poor girl into being the next bride, and that poor someone was me. "Tonight we will offer Mia Hayden as a virgin bride," explained the frat boy. "Wait, hold on!" I yelled. Everyone fell silent.

“Today, I’m proud to announce that I’ve found that person. Someone who has stood by me in ways I never expected.” I paused, letting the anticipation build. Then I turned toward the grand doors at the edge of the garden. “And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce my bride.” The doors opened, and there she was—Sienna Brooks. The collective gasp from the crowd was almost audible. I didn’t need to look at Victor, Grace, Edwina, or Ethan to know their reactions. The silence was deafening, followed quickly by frantic whispers. “That’s her?” “It can’t be!”

When I finally lifted her chin and kissed her, a roar of pure, unadulterated joy echoed off the mountain peaks. Even Grandpa Vicente had marked the occasion from afar, sending a grand, crystal-encrusted artifact from Spain as a wedding gift. Along with it came a heavily encrypted, secure message confirming that Sabrina had been formally locked into the deepest, inescapable subterranean cells of Silverpine Ridge, never to see the light of day again. The last remaining ghost of our past was completely, permanently sealed in the dark.

He was banging another girl? Without thinking twice, I twisted the doorknob, and it opened. Foolish of them not to lock the door too. Entering the office, I was shocked by the view that greeted me. Ryan had his dick buried inside Beatrice, who had bent over the desk as he kept slamming into her vigorously. “Ryan!” I screamed in shock. “Wait, Beatrice? Beatrice of all people? Ryan, seriously?” I asked, bewildered. The girl was a slut. “Babe, what are you doing back in here?” "Ryan?" he asked, shocked by my sudden appearance.

His danger lay in how effortlessly he drew the world toward him, how impossibly magnetic he was behind that aristocratic reserve. Later, when she became his bride, heir to heir, he had adorned her in jewels and silk so fine they felt like a second skin. She had mistaken that tenderness as possession, proof that he had coerced her family or twisted her fate. Under Liana Vale and Victor Loan’s manipulation, she had believed the worst. And so she had repaid his devotion with treachery—leaking his secrets, undermining his holdings, delivering him a glass of poison with hands that shook from fear instead of guilt.