The Bride I Never Wanted Novels & Stories

This was never the plan. Just forty-eight hours ago, the bride had been someone else. Isabella Monroe—beautiful, confident, and very much loved by Lucas Harrington—had vanished the night before the wedding. No explanation. No goodbye. Just gone. And with her disappearance came panic, scandal, and the threat of a business collapse that could destroy two powerful families. The solution had arrived swiftly. Amara. She was connected enough to be acceptable. Disposable enough to be chosen. Her phone buzzed in her hand. One message. From her father.

"If you'd been this reasonable earlier, we could've skipped all this. The more you cling to me, the more I hate you." She paused, voice turning cold. "Go explain it to your family. I'm never agreeing to some marriage deal. Don't think you can use it to threaten me later." At the words "marriage deal," I let out a quiet laugh. In my last life, our families shoved two strangers together for profit. That's how we got stuck in seven miserable years. "I'll handle it. Don't worry about it." I pulled the pocket watch off my chest and slammed it on the floor.

I’ll replace every memory you left with him, just like this dress. Every word felt like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart. I zoomed in on the photo and stared at Vincent for a long time. He stood behind her, dressed in a tailored suit, a faint smile on his lips. Before I realized it, my eyes had turned red. It seemed I loved him so much that I was crying happy tears for him. I didn’t go home that entire night. After staying on the Brooklyn Bridge for most of the night, I took the earliest subway to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Vincent and Elena would be getting married in four days.

My fiancé Damian Crowley and I'd been together for six years. But the night before my wedding, he demanded that I let my twin sister, Chloe Lambert, take my place as the bride. "Chloe doesn't have much time left. This is her only dream. Think of it as granting your sister's last wish." My own parents jabbed their fingers in my face and yelled at me too. They said I owed Chloe my life. It was only a wedding, they said, and I should stop being so selfish. Three years ago, I'd slipped and fallen into the water, and Chloe had supposedly risked her life to save me. She'd been in fragile health ever since. From then on, my family blamed me for everything. I walked on eggshells around them and gav

SOMETHING NEW: Brides are supposed to wear something—anything—new during the wedding ceremony. It can be as small as a trinket, jewelry, an undergarment, or the gown itself. Astrid. I met up with my friends at Starbucks. “So, because Ryder forgot about you, we all have to be sober now?” Dannie asked. I knew what he meant. Since Ryder forgot about me, I had been steering clear of Oil Rig and Rig Style. It was too painful for me to go there. The sweetest guy I’d known didn’t want anything to do with me and looked down at me as if I was the biggest gold-digging slut on the face of the Earth.

“And you Madison Wilhenberg, do you take Gavin Morgan to be your husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will love him and honor him all the days of his life, till death do you apart? " I blankly stare at the priest. Is he waiting for my response? Ahhh, why are they staring at me? Even this pretty faced like mannequin guy is looking at me. Stop glaring, will you? The priest tilts his head as I look back at him. The words that escape my mouth make the man standing in front of me staring as if nothing happened. “I… Do I?” End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!”

I am standing here in my room wearing a bridal dress, something I always imagined of doing. I always wanted to get married once I find my mate but what I never thought was that I would get married to someone who isn’t my mate and no it’s not what you think. I am not in love with him neither am I pregnant with his child, I am forced to take this decision because I don’t have another option. I can’t see my loved ones suffer, I can’t be selfish especially when they have loved me always and made sure I am happy.

The uncomfortable tension between the bride and groom permeated the entire dining room. Bree could feel a crawling in her skin that made every inch of her body itch. All she wanted to do was rip her skin off, but since that wouldn’t solve the problem, she did her best to ignore both of them, praying it would all be over soon, and she could get on a plane back to Nashville and never think about any of these people again.

SOUNDTRACK: “Break Your Fall” by UNSECRET and Marc Scibilia. ***** ~ NATALIE ~ “This is stupid and… and indulgent and it doesn’t matter! I should never have agreed to this. It’s nothing but a dumb, human tradition and… it means nothing. I’m not doing it.” I stood in the bedroom that we’d made into a bridal suite—complete with three-way mirror—and folded my arms. I’d been staring at myself and all I could see were the imperfections. Tessa had done a beautiful job on my make up, but everything else just felt… sticky.

I fly to the village without the usual burning joy that I've always felt before. The white gowns of the brides flutter in the light wind. My heart doesn't increase its pace at the sight. I don't want one of these women, I want Sierra. I wait for the crashing sensation that usually tells me who the one special bride is. And I wait. I fly over once, circle, and fly over again. Sierra wants me to love this bride. Those were her final words. I stop fighting fate and open my heart to my next bride. "I will try," I tell the wind.