The Accidental Bride Who Won Everything Novels & Stories

Shaking her head she decided to try on some more dresses and let Ace be, it was always a big deal that he agreed to accompany and kept her face otherwise these people would surely had mocked her for not having Ace Sullivan's enough attention that he couldn't even care to accompany the bride, his bride for her dress. Bree got busy in her work while Ace folded the newspaper and just when he moved his eyes around a bit, his eyes froze on particular material. It was a wedding dress, but there was something about it that screamed elegance, beauty and her! The moment he saw that dress he could see his little venom cladded in it looking out of the world.

“You will act as my wife in public. In return, your father is saved.” Her chest tightened. “This isn’t funny.” “I don’t joke.” His eyes locked onto hers. Cold. Certain. Unavoidable. Emily stood abruptly, shaking her head. “You expect me to marry a stranger?” “You don’t have the luxury to refuse.” The truth hit harder than anything else. Because it was true. Adrian turned and walked back to his desk, picking up a document. “The terms are simple,” he said. “No love. No expectations. No interference in my personal life.”

“She doesn’t have long left. We just wanted her to have her wish.” “I know,” Luca replied, his voice softening. “That’s why I agreed to the ceremony. But Bianca is innocent. You don’t get to hurt her.” Another pause. “Try to do it again,” he warned quietly, “and I won’t forgive it.” My heart tightened. My suitcase slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor. So, this wedding— the wedding I poured my heart into— had been nothing but a lie. Never meant for me at all. I covered my mouth to stifle a sob, but the tears came anyway.

DAMIEN Nothing good ever comes out of an arranged marriage. I needed no one to tell me that especially now that I was stuck with my wife. A woman that unnerved me as much as she riled me up in way that I didn't even dare to admit. There was a first time for everything and the first time I'd notice that she affected me this much was when I had gone to her room to tell her about the rules about living with me. I ended up helping her with getting out of her wedding dress. When my fingers had made contact with her skin a zing of electricity spread all over my body. I felt nothing but disgust at the feeling but even as I tried to deny it, it was still pleasant.

What a pain. She exhales out a loud, deep breath as if she is controlling her outburst. She looks restless, "I'm calling Ashar, but he's not picking up his phone. Two thousand people from all over the country and even from overseas are coming to the wedding. If the bride wouldn't be on time, it will spoil the image of the two families. You don't understand how much good reputation is important for Hobsons. I'm going to put a thick veil on your face, so no one would recognize you. Your height, weight and body shape matches with mine. No one will find out, believe me." She is right about our weight, but not height. She is few inches taller. But this doesn't solve the problem. It's impossible.

Everyone clapped, even Nick pretended to wipe something from his eye making me roll my eyes. Before the priest could say the word Alex didn’t hesitate, he lifted my veil, cupped my face and kissed me with every ounce of love and desperation we had carried for years. The crowd erupted in cheers. And just like that we were joined together in life and in death, in sickness and in health. We soon went out for the bouquet toss. I stood not too far from my bridesmaids, my gown glittering under the sunlight, as I turned my back. “One… two… three!” I tossed it high.

Her crowning glory. She reached the restroom and entered the nearest empty cubicle. She emerged from the restroom a few moments later, ready to find the bride. She saw her chatting with other female guests. Now is the time to approach her. She will execute her plan flawlessly and make it look like it was accidental. She was walking towards the bride with her 5-inch stiletto high heel shoes, towering over other guests, when suddenly out of nowhere an old man wearing a black tuxedo intercepted her and accidentally spilled his wine on her evening dress.

All it took five years ago is one mistaken call slip that brought her here - in front of the man she loves. Wyoming realized there are actually no accidents or mistakes in life. Those little tweaks are actually destiny’s way of gearing a person to his or her correct path. She may have been a replacement bride before, but fate proved that even a replacement can become the real thing. Five years later, Wyoming is no longer that replacement bride, she is the only bride- Cayden’s bride. The End…..