Secret Bride Novels & Stories

"I know, right? I swear I've seen that face before. It's driving me crazy that I can't place it." "Maybe she's got one of those faces? You know, classic bone structure and all that." "Whatever. Look at them together—they're like something out of a magazine. Pure genetic lottery winners." "I heard they did some secret wedding thing. Very hush-hush. Word is they still haven't thrown a proper celebration here in London." "Secret wedding?" Another voice chimed in with obvious fascination. "That explains the mystery factor. God, imagine having that kind of romance..." Serena felt heat creep up her neck as fragments of conversation reached her ears.

It was my wedding night, and I was supposed to be in bed with my husband—an old man my foster mother had sold me to because, to her, I was nothing more than trash. I lay stiffly on the bed, waiting for the nightmare to begin. A rosy pink blindfold covered my eyes tightly. Earlier that evening, after the wedding ceremony, I had discovered the strange tradition of this house: the bride’s eyes must remain shut until her husband had “claimed” her. Fear curled deep inside my chest.

But the truth was bitter, ugly, and right in front of her. It was actually them. Her stepsister Bridget and her fiancé were on the bed, having sex right in front of her. And they were lost in their lustful act. “Ah… harder… fuck me!” They weren’t even trying to be quiet. Bridget was moaning his name loudly, and Silas was driving into her fast with intense pleasure, spanking her ass in rhythm like he owned her. “Silas… I’m coming!” Bridget cried out. Fidelia couldn’t hold it anymore. The tears dropped as she gasped, covering her mouth. My fiancé. My own fiancé.

She was wearing a blue ballgown, and her face looked like she had just seen a ghost. "Laura?" I muttered in surprise. Laura entered with hurried steps, her eyes wide, scanning me from head to toe. "Oh my God! Rhea! So... so you're our CEO's secret bride?! The intern who suddenly disappeared for 'family reasons' is actually preparing to become Leon Vareth's wife?!"

But now I know that they will protect me. My five guardian angels... I am pretty sure that Aden too is protecting me right now.... wherever he is... "I knew she was going to plan something stupid like this that's why I had a plan prepared." Seleb said. Not a genius for nothing. "The first part of the plan is pretty similar to hers. We will go to the Grand ball in hand over Sabrina savere in exchange for Aden. After that we will walk out of there as if we had all we wanted. But only to hide away from their praying eyes.

"Sleep beside me and stop asking questions," "Beside you?" "Yeah, it's your bed after all," he said and she swallowed her saliva in fear. What if he tried to do something. Besides, he is a man. "I can't sleep beside you!" "Why? It's your bed after all," "I can't sleep beside a man and that's it!" "I searched everything about you Miss Paige Williams and I found out that you were once a seductress," She widened her eyes in shock. No one knew about her being a seductress except Shelby, her mother who is at the brothel and Charlotte. Those are the people that knew of her being a seductress.

I can't take it anymore. "Then let's face your fears together, baby…" He whispered softly and kissed my head. I cried even more. "I'm yours, Solei. I'm all yours, hmmm?" - I stared at a text I received from an unknown number. My heartbeat slowed as I tried to understand that. Unknown Number How's the long-lost heiress of the Alcaraz clan? I heard that your family will introduce you to everyone. And I guess you haven't heard who the real Hector Apollo Aragon is. Want me to tell you his secret?

My hand lay on my belly as if that would protect my child. My eyes closed as his face lowered, my tears escaping from my closed eyes. His forehead lay on mine before he moved back and when I opened my eyes again he was lowering to the floor, one knee hitting the tiles with his hand outstretching. He opened something in his hand, holding it out to me. “Neria Rolland, will you marry me?” “No fucking way?” A laugh came from behind me. “No fucking way,” someone said the words again. “It’s staged.” I heard Bethany say.

“You do you, sweetie. It’s okay. We’re here for you and can’t wait to be aunties to another boy or girl.” “It’s a girl.” I wipe tears, careful of the makeup that Sadie has so carefully applied. “But now I’m feeling awful. Leon is expecting me to emerge from this limo without secrets. I’m the worst wife-to-be ever. Who starts a marriage laced in lies?” The cork of the champagne shoots through the moonroof, and bubbles spill over the side. “You’ll work through your problems,” Bree says. We all clink glasses and then the limo pulls to a stop in front of our packmaster’s mansion. “Why are we here? We can’t be here. Acheron isn’t the partying type.”