The Accidental Bride Who Won Everything Novels & Stories

And somewhere in the world, a man who was no longer Vincent Castillo perhaps thought of them too—the brother who had always sought a legitimate path, and the prosecutor who had helped him find it. As midnight approached, Diego led Sarah to a quiet balcony away from the celebration. In the privacy of darkness, he produced a small velvet box. "What's this?" Sarah asked, surprised. "Open it," Diego encouraged. Inside lay a platinum wedding band with diamonds, identical to the one that had shocked her that morning in Vegas, yet entirely different in meaning. "I thought we might renew our vows," Diego explained. "Properly this time. Consciously chosen rather than accidentally acquired." Sarah loo

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

‍ "We ha⁠ve forty-eight hours until the‍ we‍dding, Celeste. But t‌onight⁠, we commit our first act of hig​h-s​takes cor‍porate espionage together. Put on the‌ v​est. We’re going to Wall Stree⁠t." Celeste took the vest, strapping it tightly‌ o​ver her ru‍ined, expensive gown. The contrast was absu‌rd—a soc⁠iety bride wrapped i‌n mi​litary-​grade⁠ Kevlar—​but it perfectly illustrated the reali​ty of her life. The unwante​d bride⁠ was gone;‌ the partne​r in crime had arrived.

Margaux’s POV. Beatrix! Beatrix! Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it! Clyde left last night without even glancing at me. I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. “My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

"And then, there's you. Our marriage was arranged against my will. Without my consent. I despised the thought of it. It was forced on me. And I didn't care, because I had a plan. A plan to make you suffer, to make you miserable, to break you and leave you begging me to end our marriage. But, you surprised me. You weren't the girl I had pictured you to be. You were different. At least I thought you were. You didn't break, you didn't cry and you didn't beg. Not even once." "Turns out I was a fool for not noticing how good of an actress you were. A corny, cliche actress. I was blinded by my lust, my love, my feelings for you. For the first time in my life, I started believing that maybe I could

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

When all the wedding procedures were done, he grabbed my hand and took me outside. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I'm Alexandria. Nice to meet you. And you are?" I said in a polite voice. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "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."

"Get off me!" But, one man smack her neck using the gun he was holding; though he was a bit amused with her fragile neck for a bit. The bride passed out and carried her like a sack of rice. The groom was about to run but— Everyone was shocked when one man shot his gun towards the grooms leg, but the shot was purposely not intended to hit so it only made a slip to the groom's pants. The tragedy happened so fast that they leave the church with terror news. THE DAUGHTER OF THE NUMBER ONE MULTIBILLIONAIRE IS KIDNAPPED

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."