Novel & Cerita The Back Of The Unwanted Bride

to which his fiancée gave him a sad pout. Adam scribbled down Sadie’s jumbled ideas, his own head whirling. He had no idea what he was doing, did he? How did he think he could become some wedding coordinator and just hope things worked, when they hadn’t worked the first time around? But he kept a straight face as he talked with Sadie, nodding and offering any suggestions that happened to spring to mind. By the end of the meeting, he’d gathered that the bride wanted a country wedding with loads of flowers and that she hated carrot cake. When she began talking about her dress and the cowboy boots she’d wear with it, Adam had to restrain the urge to put his head down on his desk.

Britney was so enthusiastic about discussing my marriage with Terrence. Terrence laughed and took something out of the fridge. Terrence took an ice lollipop and served it to us. “The concept you have in mind is quite good, Britney. Do you have any intentions of becoming a wedding organizer?” Terrence asked Britney with a faint smile. “Of course not. My parents are going to have a breakdown if I don’t continue their business,” Britney replied with a roll of her eyes. “If the bride were a blooming rose, the bridesmaids had the stems, the roots would be dark green, and some of the child bridesmaids would wear yellow or brown dresses. Have you seen the anatomy of a rose before?” Nina gave her op

It was Sebastian and Elena's wedding day. The whole city was invited. Although Sebastian was against it, his grandmother blackmailed him again for a grand wedding. Sebastian was standing at the aisle waiting for his so called unwanted bride Elena. Soft music was playing in the background. Sebastian wanted to run away from here but he just couldn't and as if it wasn't bad enough, he had to fake a smile on his face because the bullshit media were there. He did not want the media to write something shit which would ruin his reputation.

I picked up the pen. With a shaky breath, I signed my name. The ink dried quickly, final and unforgiving. Adrian stood and extended his hand toward me. “Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Blackwood.” Before I could respond, the office door opened. A stunning woman in a red dress stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She froze when she saw me sitting there. Her gaze shifted to Adrian, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t tell me you were getting married,” she said.

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

It's one thing to get married, it's another thing getting married to your mean, arrogant boss. I had excused myself from Antonio's mother saying I wanted to rest and sleep since we had come late home from her ladies group where she wanted to introduce me as Antonio's fiancé and his soon to be bride. The ladies were quite lovely and accepting. Didn't feel any bad blood there.

“You are weak. You beg. You hesitate. You doubt. You don’t deserve him or deserve survival. But I do…I am the bride who never disobeyed.” Vincent stepped forward sharply, declaring, “She’s not you.” The false bride grinned wider, revealing Camela's own teeth behind her smile. “She is me… she is what I would have become if I didn't obey.” The whispering crowd rose to their feet, their faceless heads nodding in rhythm to agreement as one voice echoed: “The bride must finish what she started.” The aisle between Camela and her double lit up with fire, leading the path. Bright red flames raced along the carpet, yet the faceless guests remained still and didn't move. They simply stared and increas

Not a bride. > A queen.

The hotel wasn't far from our wedding hall. I walked into his room slowly. I was hiding behind the curtains. I clicked his picture, kissing her, sucking her, and a small clip of it. That was enough. I contorted my lips in disgust. I just wish I had more time to think, to decide. I did what seemed right at that moment. Now I was feeling trapped in an unwanted wedding, and… no doubt - unwanted. ' Look what a king-in-waiting is doing! '