The Back Of The Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

So much for being an unwanted bride, I muse to myself. ****

"Tell them, I have endured as hard as possible until they found my body separated from my soul." *** All the guests and families present looked at each other with full of questions, watching the departure of the bride who had even taken off her high heels without caring about people's eyes. Everyone is confused and wondering about the scene that just happened, what exactly is going on? Why does a supposedly happy wedding day fall apart over a video?

From Marry You by Bruno Mars to mellow songs like Marry Your Daughter. Shey turned around, carrying her wine glass. She turned her back to the stage and focused on chatting with the clan of red wolves surrounding her. "Hey! When the bride and groom throw the flowers, you have to push me towards the flowers!" Shey exclaimed with a grin. Suddenly, the girl winced as someone pinched the top of her head. "Insolence!" protested Shey. "Why do you want the flower? Who do you want to marry, huh?" scolded Thomas.

she whispered. His face remained expressionless. "Does it look like I’m joking?" Her fingers trembled. "Why? Why would you—" "It’s simple. You marry me, and we clean this mess up. The media moves on, and my company stabilizes. Six months. A contract marriage. Nothing more, nothing less." "A contract marriage?" Her voice cracked. "I can’t—I won’t—" "You don’t have a choice." His cold tone shattered the last of her hope. "If you refuse, everything you care about gets dragged through the dirt. Your mother. Your sister. Their lives ruined. All because you couldn’t play along."

"Of course the man has a team for his revenge wedding. Probably has a wedding planner with a gun to their head." Despite everything, I found myself smiling at her indignation. This was why I needed Maya,her ability to find the absurd in even the darkest situations. "Will you help me find something?" I asked. "If I have to do this, I at least want to look like myself." "Absolutely. We'll go shopping tomorrow. Something elegant but definitely not traditional bridal. Maybe black, just to make a statement." "I doubt Blackwood would care if I showed up in a garbage bag, as long as I sign the marriage certificate."

When she arrived home she went straight to her room. While changing her clothes she unconsciously spots their picture frame attached to the wall, it was taken on their wedding day. Blithe is visible on her face in that portrait meanwhile her husband showed a manifestation of nausea. She smiled bitterly, reminiscing about their nuptial day. She felt ecstatic on that day knowing she'll be spliced to the man she loves. She was once dreaming of having a loving husband and a happy family, nevertheless, kismet was atrocious and fiendish the total opposite of what she desired.

A year of being legally married to a man she had met at a gallery opening, spoken to for approximately two hours, had sex with in a courtyard, and had now climbed out of a window to avoid. She was not going to think about the courtyard right now. The commission payment. The first installment. It would have hit her account already, or would soon. If she contested the marriage, went to a lawyer and said this is wrong, the dissolution conditions voided everything. The commission. The acquisition contract. The warehouse number. All of it. She stopped walking. The night market finished its business around her. A van pulled out to her left. Two vendors talked over the last of a display of printed

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

Scarlett LEANED AGAINST the back wall of the barn and watched the bride spin around the dance floor. Benji's parody song of the B52's Love Shack played through the speakers. The day was almost over. She couldn't believe how many times they'd had a near disaster, starting with the surprise flower arch the bride had thrown at her first thing in the morning. Scarlett had realized too late this bride's methods, how she'd manipulated Scarlett into going above, beyond and farther than was reasonable.