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For three years, my husband and I had lived apart because of our long-distance relationship. Then I landed a bridal makeup job in the city where he often stayed for work. I planned to surprise him after I finished the job, but three days before the wedding, I sprained my wrist. I explained the situation to my client and offered her a full refund, but she refused. "Everyone only gets one special day like this in their life, Felicia! I want my husband to see me at my prettiest on the most important day of our lives! I don't wanna be anything less for him..." I couldn't convince her otherwise, so I decided to bring my apprentice, Dakota McCree, to apply the makeup while I guided her. Then I

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.

he spat, turning his back on me completely. Anya was still sobbing hysterically while Liam was staring away at the window, like he couldn’t bear the sight of me anymore. I was screaming and begging at the top of my lungs but no one bothered to help me as the maids dragged me away like I was a sacrificial lamb. When they opened the doors to the bridal suite, my eyes immediately landed on Anya’s wedding gown, which was a stunning, custom-made masterpiece covered in millions of dollars worth of crystals that was waiting to be worn.

THE WRONG VOW (Mistakenly Married to a Ruthless Billionaire) Chapter 1: the ran away bride "Catch her! Don't let the bride escape!" The desperate shout echoed through the luxurious bridal boutique, startling every customer inside. Emily Dawson looked up from the stack of gift boxes she had been arranging behind the counter. Before she could react, the glass door flew open, and a young woman in a breathtaking white wedding gown stumbled inside. The bride looked terrified. Her perfectly styled hair was a mess, her makeup streaked with tears, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Amara slowly turned to Alexander. “Is that true?” Alexander didn’t answer. But the storm in his eyes told her everything. And suddenly, Amara realized something terrifying. Alexander wasn’t just hiding pain from his past. He might be hiding a mystery. One that someone was now trying to uncover. Dear Readers,😊 Thank you so much for reading The Billionaire’s Accidental Bride. Your support truly means a lot to me. I hope you are enjoying Amara and Alexander’s journey as much as I enjoy writing it.

It swept down, then up again, less vulgar than five years ago, but still with the same intent: stripping, only now he wrapped it in polite, perfumed civility. “Especially after hearing how… eventful these past days have been,” he continued. “An accident at sea. A bride almost drowning. A wedding falling apart.” He lifted a shoulder. “And then, the plot twist: De Castello’s new bride isn’t the woman listed on the invitation.” My chest tightened. I stared at my plate so I wouldn’t drive my fork into his throat. “That’s enough.” Nicholas’s tone dropped an octave, a very clear warning. Lorenzo snorted. “I’m only saying I’m shocked, Nick. A man wakes up, checks the news, and suddenly finds out yo

Every detail was sharp: the faint scent of her perfume, the soft glow on her skin, the way her eyes flickered when she noticed me noticing her. I didn’t know then that she would ruin me. That she would haunt my dreams, my thoughts, my every waking moment. I didn’t know that every glance after this one would be charged with something forbidden, something intoxicating. All I knew was this: The bride shouldn’t have looked at me first. But God, my chest ached for her to look again and consume me entirely. I wanted her to look again.

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner. Then the screen was filled with the latest couple in the country, and Rudney’s breath caught in his throat; that had to be Lily Bashwood!