Secret Bride Novels & Stories

“The compromise that we reached was that Beth would move in with me, but into her own bedroom, and as friends. The elders think that the mate bond, even if it isn’t healed, still carries with it healing properties.” “What about us?” I refused to become my mother. I would never agree to be the other woman. “We carry on like normal. Just … in secret for a while.” I almost choked on my own saliva. “You have to be kidding. Please, tell me that you are kidding.” “Jenna, please understand. It’s the best way. And it’s only temporary.” “Why do we need to be mates in secret? If you aren’t getting back together with Beth, then why does it matter if everyone knows about us?”

The sudden news caught me off guard. I instinctively looked toward Nicholas. Our eyes met, and he frowned ever so slightly. His gaze was cold, laced with warning. After ten years in a secret relationship with him, I understood almost immediately. He didn't want Tiffany to know about us. I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Really? That's sudden." Tiffany pulled me into the office, excitedly explaining, "Our engagement was arranged back in college. We only recently started preparing for the wedding. But I just missed him so much, so I came here and picked up a random position."

"Adam, don't marry her. I found the rings. I told you once I'd save up and replace them with the most expensive pair I could find. I wasn't lying!" She fumbled in another pocket and lifted a velvet box. "See? I wasn't lying!" She looked at me with the eyes of somebody who needed an answer. I did not even look at the box. I took the original rings out of her hand and tossed them. They rolled into a planter at the side of the lobby. She let out a sound. "No!" I almost laughed. "Ms. Lake, are you still trying to fool me? Are you not done with the playing-poor act yet?"

There weren’t a lot of people, about fifteen people and then there is Paige, smiling brightly at her. And somehow, suddenly, Crystal felt rejuvenated, there was at least one person giving her the support she needed. This is what people call a secret wedding, Kayden had threatened her to make sure there were no leaks of whatever information he was giving her about the wedding. She hummed silently after the wedding march as they walked slowly toward Kayden. He was also dressed in white; the suit fit him perfectly; his wavy, Aryan-gold hair was styled in a way that says he had run his hands over them a thousand times; his features were soft and he looked as handsome as the devil.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Alexander, you need to see this." He turned his phone toward me, and there on the screen was a headline already circulating, sharp and cruel and half true in the worst possible way. Sterling Heir's Secret Sister and the Marriage That Was Never Required, it read, and beneath it, a photograph of Elena and me from the boardroom the day we signed the contract, our faces caught in exactly the wrong expressions. "They already have the photograph," Elena said quietly. "Alexander, that photograph was taken inside a locked conference room."

The only sound was the ocean crashing faintly through the receiver. Then, “I’m sorry, come again?” Sebastian closed his eyes. “It was supposed to be one of your staff’s weddings. You mentioned it before you left: the marketing manager and one of the admin assistants. Jack and Olivia.” Joel’s voice shifted, alert and awake now. “Yeah, yeah, I remember. What about it?” “Well, the groom didn’t show up. The bride was left at the altar, crying. And before I knew what I was doing, I walked up and said, ‘I’m her husband.’”

“The orphan? No way. What’s she doing with the Frost heir?” There she was — their discarded girl — now standing beside Colden Frost in front of flashing cameras, dressed in luxury. The news headline scrolled boldly across the screen: “Colden Frost — The Elusive Heir Marries in Secret. Meet His Bride: Layla Hayes.” The father’s expression twisted with disbelief, then rage. “That ungrateful brat! She’s been hiding from us all these days, and now this? She married into money! But how did that poor bitch do that?!”

Grace's security team had already locked down the entire perimeter, prepared for anything. I stood on the stage, my eyes lowered, and met Grace's gaze in the crowd. Steady. Deep. Certain. For a moment, I reached out my hand to her as an invitation. She stepped forward, about to take it when a voice tore through the hall. "Don't marry her!" Madison. She was dressed in a white gown, clutching a bouquet of roses as she ran toward me.