The Back Of The Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

"In the photo. You look... free. Like you're not trapped in a marriage to a monster. Like you're not desperate to pay me ten million dollars just to get away from me." Beverly's hands moved frantically, trying to explain, trying to apologize, but Diro held up a hand to stop her. "No," he said, his voice rising to a roar that made her flinch. "Don't you dare try to explain this away. You went behind my back. You made yourself up, posed for photos with strangers, and let them put you on display for the entire world to see." Beverly scrambled out of the chair, backing toward the window as Diro advanced on her like a predator.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

I turned it off and tried to redirect my father's attention back to me. He gathered himself and continued his story. He explained that Edward got into business with some very bad guys from another country, and everything went sideways. He said that when it was all said and done, Edward owed these people a lot of money that he could not pay back... and they were either going to kill him, or take his young wife, Amanda as payment and regain their money by selling her into the sex trade.

A slow, dangerous smile. “Well, well,” Rocco murmured. “The ghost arrives.” Amara’s breath stilled. Ghost. She knew who they meant. Isabella. Marcello stood, circling her slowly like a man examining a puzzle. “She really does look like her,” he said quietly. “Too much,” Dante muttered—and not kindly. Rocco leaned forward, his grin never fading. “Come closer, little bride. Let us see the face that woke the dead.” Amara didn’t move.

“Sophia just dropped a bomb. It’s everywhere.” My stomach dropped. I grabbed my own phone and opened the browser. The headline hit me like ice water. “Wrong Bride Scandal: Sophia Harrington Claims Twin Sister Stole Billionaire Alexander Voss at the Altar” There were screenshots. Voice recordings. Even a short video of Sophia crying in front of cameras saying, “Emma took my place. She stole my husband. This marriage is a complete fraud.” Comments flooded in instantly. Thousands. Gold digger. Fake marriage. Poor Alexander.

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

Her veil, intricately embroidered, cascaded down her back like a gentle waterfall. The bridesmaids Abigail and Shelley , in soft pastels, walked gracefully down the aisle, followed by the flower girl, scattering petals with innocent delight. Isabella took a deep breath, the scent of roses and fresh pine mingling in the air. Sebestian stood beside her, a proud smile on his face, as they began their slow walk down the aisle. Each step echoed with significance, memories of a lifetime leading to this moment. She was overwhelmed by the fact that she was no longer going to stay with her parents.

The wedding will be done at the garden behind the mansion because its beautiful and the only place we could do it under such short notice "Help!!"Nate yells as he runs towards me . Jen takes the dresses inside while i talk to a panicking Nate. "What is it Nate?"I ask him as he takes a deep breath "Groomzilla is loose"He starts pulling me to the back of the house and I start hearing Adrian's voice "NO NOT THERE , THERE YOU IDIOT" "I SAID NOT TO GO THERE ARE YOU STUPID" "NOT YELLOW ROSES WHY WOULD I WANT YELLOW ROSES"

Wedding is the most important part in one's life .A girl always dreams about her prince that will come and take her away to his paradise by making the girl his queen . But here it was all different .Kiara was finding her wedding not less than a worst nightmare . She never thought in her dreams that one day she would be married to a person without her will and moreover by blackmailing the namesake of her family and friends . The Khan mansion was decorated beautifully. Each corner of the Khan mansion was decorated with lights and was full beaming in its glory. The smiles were never disappearing from the family members' faces .

“Seriously? What the hell is your problem? Are you that much of a baby now that the attention isn’t being focused on you? Poor lamb.” Camilla scowls instantly. “Excuse me? I was just being honest.” “No one wants your shitty opinions.” Right as Camilla is about to argue back, Beatrice claps her hands together. “That’s enough, ladies. We need to wrap this up, anyway. We have that appointment we missed the other day we need to get to.” I sigh, stepping down off the podium. Because a Mafia bride isn’t complete until she’s draped in diamonds and blood money…