The Bride I Never Wanted Novels & Stories

Nina POV: This is the part in the movie where the bride stands in front of a full-body mirror staring at herself in a dress that she likes, getting married to the love of her life. Happy tears brimmed in her eyes at the thought that she'd finally made it to the day her little herself always dreamed of Instead, all I see is the dread of knowing this isn't the wedding of my dreams instead it's someone else's. A truce between mafias for my unborn child to take over one day

I never imagined that the person that will try to stop the wedding is Bridget. As I stared into her eyes, I realized that agreeing to go into a contract marriage with her is the best decision I have ever made.

He indeed was loving the disgusted looks she got when she stepped in wearing a white dress which didn't look any less like a bridal gown. Ignoring everyone, she walked to the corner and took a seat when at the cue the door of the room opened and the soft music started playing at the entry of the bride, Bree didn't hide the arrogant glint in her eyes and proud smirk on her lips as her father walked her towards the blank man. Ace didn’t make any move to help her up and stayed standing in the same spot which made Bree's father to escort her up and it didn't fail to make her enrage at Ace for being so cold to her. The vows started and Bree let out a whole essay which seemed like she was trying t

her mother said as she took a step back and smoothed Arabella's gown's bodice. She managed to say, "Thank you," in a hardly audible voice. In reality, she didn't feel like a bride. She felt like a girl being guided into something she was afraid of but couldn't identify. And yet, she stayed still. Waiting. Roman hadn’t answered her last two texts. He wasn't like that. They hadn't spoken since the rehearsal dinner late last night. His voice had been calm and then kind of distant, but not cold ,Perhaps he was simply exhausted, she thought.

“I just wanted to wear a wedding dress before I die. This is my only wish.” “Please… let me have it.” When she said these, her eyes held the same stubbornness she’d had since childhood. She looked exactly like the little tyrant she’d always been—always taking whatever she wanted, always taking from me. I turned to Luca, my voice shaking. “Luca… is this what you want too?” His gaze flickered between us, struggle flashing across his eyes. “Bianca, please understand. Your sister is sick. And she’s pregnant…”

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. Adrian’s jaw tightened. And in that moment, I knew— This marriage was already far more complicated than a contract.

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."

She looked so tiny next to the aggressive crowd of reporters sticking microphones in her face. "Miss Grey! Did you trick Mr. Knight into marrying you?" "Lila, is it true your family is broke and you’re just doing this for the cash?" She just stood there. Her eyes looked dead, staring straight ahead like she was a ghost. She didn't say a single word, completely frozen from the pressure. The reporters focused on me as I started walking up the steps. Everyone went quiet for a second, leaning in, waiting for the ruthless CEO to finally speak up, maybe yell at the press, or say something to his new bride.

I wasn't one to be jittery. My palms were sweaty, my nerves were getting the better of me but all that ceased as the large hall door opened and the bride stepped in with her father. I watched closely as she walked further. I made the call, but the only way to know if it worked was to see the bride, to lift her veil and see her face. She grasped onto her father's arm, her steps were slow, contemplative, the grumpy man had whispered something to her.

The clock was ticking with twelve minutes left before the ceremony was supposed to begin. The wedding car that my bride, Teagan, and I sat in stopped at the curb. The church doors stood open a hundred yards away, ready for our arrival. My parents and relatives were gathered outside with the officiant, photographer, wedding coordinator, and the rest of the bridal party. The wedding coordinator’s voice came through my earpiece. “Parker, you’re clear to head in. We’re starting at 9 sharp.” I was about to tell the driver to go when the door of the groomsmen’s SUV behind us swung open. “Hold up. I forgot my tie.” That was enough to halt the entire procession. Teagan unbuckled her