The Abandoned Bride Married A Tycoon Novels & Stories

“I want to be clear about that. I’m full. That’s different.” He understood the distinction. He always understood the distinctions. She reached up and put her hand against his face. His eyes closed the way they always did, the way she had come to love, the exhale of someone setting something down. “I married you today,” she said. “Yes,” he said. His voice was low. “In the kitchen where your mother cooked every Sunday. In the house my father used to visit.” She held his face. “And my father’s name is on a government framework. And I have an uncle in Lagos who has been looking for us for fifteen years.”

After not hearing from that person for a long time, Winnie thought that she had been let off although she had an uneasy feeling. But she did not feel like she had won after she learned that Velma was married to the city tycoon. She felt like it was a slap in her face. She felt so much hatred that, she did not know where to vent it. Today was her wedding with Alvin, although his parents had opposed to it, Alvin insisted on going on with the wedding. He had embraced his fate and accepted that Velma will never be his. He did not want to waste his life away.

Tyr was disappointed in the end. Baxter never showed up from the day Tyr arrived at Canonteign Mansion until the next day, when Connie and Dickson were married. The old man appeared to have abandoned many mortal customs. Even when his grandson was getting married, he refused to leave the Scholar Tower and show his face. The wedding was lavish and joyful. It was done in a traditional manner. Dickson and Connie entered the wedding venue hand in hand, exchanged rings, and got married during the ceremony. The guests, who came from all around the world, offered the newlyweds their blessings.

Abigail Laurentia Verz: “Hello Mila.” Thank God! This is a blessing for me. Luckily, she was the one calling, so I did not feel lonely. If only Mr. Arnold called, so I definitely did not want to answer at all. He has forced us, I and Massimo, to have to undergo this ridiculous arranged marriage, thought Abby, who was still nervous. Mila Efatha Roztiz: “Hello, Newlyweds! How was your honeymoon with your husband?”

"I hope I get the part. You won't regret working with me. I'm good when it comes to acting. Oh, shoot, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be a runaway bride. So here's the thing: I will leave you here and get changed while you go to the director. I will find you there." "I thought you would never stop talking. Are you out of your mind? This is a wedding. You and I just got married. This is fucking crazy." He ran his hand through his hair and took off his tie. I stumbled back a bit and pinched myself, hoping I was dreaming. And the sad part is, I wasn't dreaming. I really did get married to this sexy Greek God that was standing right in front of me. Wait, I'm married.

"What do you mean embarrassment? Isn't this more embarrassing now?" "Look!" He let go of my arm and gritted his teeth as his blue eyes stared at me intensely. "My real bride ran away. I don't know if it's true or if someone abducted her. I need to find her and before that, you…you have to act as my bride for now." "What?" I quickly shook my head. "No! No, I can't! I need to leave now and marry my supposed husband. You're not the only desperate one here, mister. I'm about to lose my mother's company. I can't let it happen."

This morning, as he wished, I packed my suitcase and went to the lawyer to pick up the divorce agreement, signing my name on it. Just as I was about to return the agreement, I was kidnapped by these two bastards. The car stopped in front of a desolate, abandoned warehouse. One of the thugs saw my displeasure, sneered and spat his chewing gum at my face. "A bride in her wedding dress, huh? This is the first time I've kidnapped a bride. Your husband must be looking all over for you, huh? So exciting!" I had not even had time to change out of the wedding dress.

I felt used, like a slut, a billionaire's slut. I looked at the marriage contract and tears dropped out of my eyes. I had no choice, even if I was to reject this, my family will forever mock me, I’ll be the laughing stock of the city, and I’ll miss an opportunity to be something in life, And I don’t think Mr. Vuitton would let me go so easily. Whatever reason he has behind our marriage, he was not intending on making it public, and according to the terms, it was going to last for as long as he wanted it to.

the bride asked directly. Ethan took Jasmine's hand and smiled. "If I admitted missing you, then it's me who should be nervous." Jasmine blushed, standing beside Ethan, feeling the weight of the curious gazes around her. Before entering the venue, Jasmine had overheard whispers about the bride's past feelings for Ethan. Despite his rejection, she remained amicable with him, eventually finding her own love and now preparing to marry a testament to her generous spirit and sunny disposition.

Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.