The Back Of The Unwanted Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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…

She could never own his heart, only Clarice could. “Mr. Rodriguez when is the wedding” A reporter asked but he ignored her he unlink his hands and walked away “Very soon” Nora answered before posing one more time then headed inside “Damian darling what happened “ nora asked “Don't try to act like my wife nora” he said “Damian dont be rude ok, and Nora is your wife” his mum said in her voice leaving no room for arguments. The hall buzzed with quiet excitement Crystal chandeliers shone overhead casting a soft ambience across the elegantly dressed guest laughter and clinking of glasses, low conversations filled the air Damian sat beside Nora his expression unreadable, his fingers tapped on the

I got up and sat on his laps, he immediately held on to my waist, I removed his tie and then unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt. I could hear the ladies screaming. Please oo.. he's my husband. I offered him the cake again and he refused it. I dropped the plate down in anger, pulled him by his blazer and joined my lips to his, in an instant his hands were on my backside, as he kissed me back hungrily, Kene didn't care people were watching, he held on to my backside as he devoured my lips. Everyone went crazy, as they kept shouting. "See the way the groom grabbed the bride's massive backside, it's so obvious he can't wait to drag his woman to the other room to do justice to her bo

The man was handsome and stern, while the woman was radiant and stunning. The man wore a crisp black suit, while the woman wore a pristine white off-the-shoulder wedding dress. A tiara adorned with diamonds sat elegantly on her head. Behind them was a backdrop of the blue sea and sky. The bride's veil billowed in the wind, creating a scene of unparalleled beauty. Seeing this photo, Alicia couldn't help but stomp her foot. "What is this? They're practically broadcasting their wedding photo to the whole world. Are they trying to get married or to get attention? It's annoying!"

Heavier than the blue silk, covered in thousands of tiny obsidian shards that caught the light like frozen tears. "The Unwanted Bride is dead," the Architect whispered as the doors closed. "Long live the Vane." We ascended, not to the hotel, but to a private hanger near the capital. As I dressed in the black gown, my fingers brushed against a small, hard object hidden in the hem. I pulled it out. It was a bobby pin. A simple, professional bobby pin, identical to the ones Sarah had used. Pinned to it was a tiny, handwritten note:

I didn’t know how to react, especially when he said that the groom would only look at me because I’m unsure if the man I would marry would like me and if I would like him back, so I fake a smile. I have this presumption that maybe my groom was unattractive enough. If not, why does he agree to an arranged marriage for a woman like me? A girl without a good background and doesn’t have any achievements at all. I’m not even popular in school. The bottom line is I’m just an ordinary girl, but I do admit I have looks, although not as stunning as a celebrity does.

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

what the fuck was I doing? I cleared the file and rolled my eyes at myself. I answered the call, finding out that it was a video. “Hey.” Aisha’s curly blonde braids came into view first, then her smiling face. She didn’t say anything for a while, then she lifted her hand and showed me a sparkling diamond ring. “No way! Ahhhhh! Whose ring did you steal?” She laughed hard, she couldn’t trick me. Aisha is anti-marriage. “I didn’t steal it, I borrowed it from Ethan. He’s giving it to Diane in a few days, and I was hoping you could fly out to Brimstone for the occasion.”

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?"

Calvin snorted. "Well, I care. I wanna make sure that the future you won't look back and regret the decision you made today, so get up, " Keiran said, putting his hands in his pockets. "Keiran—" "Get up, Calvin. This is an order, " * * * Calvin stood awkwardly on the stage as he waited for his mate to come. He tugged on his new suit's collar in frustration. The beta wanted this all to just end quickly. There weren't a lot of people at the wedding because Calvin had requested it to be like that.