Sister Of The Bride Cast Novels & Stories

“I remember it now. Yes. It was quite the scandal. The groom on that day publicly left the bride at the altar and married her little sister whom he claimed to love. Everyone was shocked. The bride ran out of the hall before anyone could stop her.” I felt sick. “What happened to her?” “She... she had an accident. Car crash. Died instantly. Or so we were told because no one ever saw her corpse." A cold chill settled in my bones. I took a few steps back, trying to breathe. No. No, no, no. That couldn’t be me. With trembling fingers, I unfolded the newspaper and held it out to him. “Is this the bride?” I asked. Lawrence took the paper, his expression casual at first—but the second his eyes lande

I've been trying to forget about what took place but my mj d wouldn't let me , he was clouding my thoughts, to keep myself distracted I decided to accept the offer. He led me in, holding the small of my back. We sat in the second row of the right hand seats. Liam was all dashing walking by the altar, his white suit complimented him very well, soon the bride walked in, I couldn't stop smiling when I saw her being escorted by her brother instead of her father down the aisle. Rosary looked so beautiful, such a shte bride in her long tail of shoulder, backless white dress.

‘And just who—’ his black eyes narrowed into a glower ‘—is the bride? She was bewildered at the sudden harshness of his tone. ‘My little sister. Becky.’ ‘Ah.’ His shoulders relaxed imperceptibly. Then he frowned. ‘Becky? She’s not much more than a child.’ ‘Tell me about it.’ Sylvia looked down at her bridesmaid’s dress. In the gleam of the fire and pink lights swaying above, the pale pink gown appeared almost white. She looked up suddenly. ‘Did you think it was me?’ Their eyes locked in the crowded room.

She continued and Don looked up at her. "I knew you slept with that messed up slut that calls herself Eva on your wedding night and you don't even look like you feel remorseful about it." "She's a human like you and needs to be treated as one." With this, she stood up and walked away. Don stared at his sister's retreating figure and scoffed.

Luciano asked, he was clearly not paying attention. Damien crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow, "We were talking bout the wedding preparations Luciano. I was telling you that the Inspector General of this particular district will be in attendance" Luciano stiffled back a chuckle, "You really will invite him huh?" Damien nodded, "I am Damien Valentino and this is my sister's wedding. I shall invite men of power and authority" Damien boasted proudly. Luciano shook his head and let out a dissatisfied sigh. If only Damien knew the raging war within himself. How could he get married to Valerie when clearly his body, soul and heart longed for Jade? She owned him body and soul.

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..."

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

Under everyone's gaze, Victor held Anna's hand and walked to the center of the stage. The wedding dress, the roses, the church, and Victor himself—it was all exactly as I had once imagined. Except the woman beside him wasn't me. It was Anna. At Victor's request, the officiant stepped aside. Victor was visibly emotional. He insisted on presiding over his own wedding.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.