The Back Of The Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

It wasn’t detachable but better than crystal or rhinestone would have been. Without warning the farmer took back his gadget, bowed and departed. A hint of nipple was showing but it didn’t seem to float his boat, thankfully. I moaned before rolling onto my stomach and reaching for the back zip. “I knew this might happen. Arnold, the throw.” Not understanding a thing, I concentrated on removing what I felt sure was a wedding gown. “I won’t be your bride,” I muttered. “Delectable.” Glancing over my shoulder I saw the prince raise a goblet to his lips, presumably for the second time.

That would show I have an objection against my own marriage, right? Why isn't this Damon not doing anything? Everyone kept quite in the church, considering I didn't know half of the people there at the wedding, I was disappointed no one caused a scene that demanded the wedding to be stopped “Alright then, we may continue “, the priest announced and Damon and I groaned in disappointment “Do you Damon Kingsley; Take Layla Jones to be your wedded wife? To have and to hold, from that day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you apart?

I felt like a coward, and the guilt weighed heavily on my shoulders. The media had gotten wind of the situation, and I was horrified to see headlines calling me "The Groomless Bride." My mother decided to make the wedding a private affair, by invitation only, to try to keep the media away. It would take place in our backyard, with only a handful of close friends and family members present.

I stepped off the stage and the girls cheered as I approached. “Okay stop, you guys. This is ridiculous” I said to them. “Why do you get lucky every time?” Helen frowned. I ignored her. “So why is this ridiculous?” Summer asked. “Well, why would a bride want to have her husband peel off some of her lingerie in front of her friends and family and then have him throw it to his friends to fight over while playing suggestive music? It's just weird” I said, shuddering a little. “It's the tradition” Charisma chuckled.

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

"Let go of me!" I shouted. They didn't release me; instead, they struck my back a few more times. Pain flared and I bared my teeth, furious. "Are you insane? I'm the bride. This is my wedding church, and you're beating me up? You'll pay for this!" I warned. The bodyguards ignored me; they were Nina's people. The crew nearby began whispering among themselves. "That bride has no sense. Nina is Yves's best friend. She's decorating the church with his approval. Why not just go along and stop making a fuss?"

Two magnificent white horses stood proudly at the front, and the entire carriage was decorated with pale pink flowers that perfectly matched our wedding theme. I just stared at it with my mouth hanging open, then slowly turned to look at Elijah in complete disbelief. "You did not," I said, blinking repeatedly. "Tell me you did not hire a Cinderella carriage for our wedding." From behind us, I heard Amelia's excited shriek. "A PONY! Daddy got us ponies!" "I absolutely did," Elijah said smugly, looking extremely pleased with himself as he picked up Amelia and she giggled with pure joy. I laughed in complete disbelief, covering my mouth with both hands. "Elijah William Martinez, are we living i

“Shouldn’t you? Didnt you just say you like the small party?” “I don’t know, baby. As much as I do not fancy aunt Janice, she is right. The crystal moon pack barely does large parties. We do have a reason to call people to gather just for the sake of alliance. Maybe my birthday can be a good reason.” “So I am guessing you and I do not plan to get married and have a befitting wedding. Because I remember you were telling me in the resort when you had your limbs wrapped around me like you feared I would run off that you cannot imagine life anymore without me in it. You even named the children we haven’t had yet. I guess the sweetness in your mouth at the time is why you can’t told a lie. I unde

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.

For the first time, I truly understood the title of my own story. I was the bride he never wanted. And tonight, he made sure the entire room knew it too. For the rest of the night, Adrian barely spoke to me. He moved from group to group, laughing and charming everyone. Lia stayed close to him most of the time, looking radiant. I stood on the sidelines, watching them. Every laugh, every touch between them felt like a knife in my chest. At one point, I overheard two women talking nearby. “Isn’t that Adrian Laurent’s wife?” one of them said.