The Bride I Never Wanted Novels & Stories

Never in her wildest dream did she imagine herself in the wedding dres, she couldn't help but shake her head as she thought that her wedding would be the weirdest wedding she had ever seen. She would be getting married to a gay, which was not her heart desire, not like anyone would desire that. Raegan slowly ate hoping that maybe Lucas or Gunner would join her but no one came down and when she was done eating, she was about heading up when Maya stopped her. “What do you want?” Raegan asked her with a frown evident in her face, not that big could scarf of Maya who didn't care that Raegan clearly didn't want her around...”soon to be bride but you

“B-But have you spoken to the both of them? I'm not sure what is going on with them, Grandmother Willow, but I trust that it's just some minor misunderstanding. How about I talk with Sarah? I'll sort whatever bad blood is between them.” She shook her head. “No. Even if Sarah were to change her mind this instant, I'm no longer willing to accept her. The woman I wanted Richard to get married to, right from the start, was you. It has always been you, and perhaps this is just life's way of effectively making us dodge a bullet. I'm glad it's not too late. The wedding must go on, and you'll be the bride. My mind's made up.” I glanced at my parents, but they're too hurt to face me. Mom was trying h

" My heart thudded painfully in my chest. The bride. Her. The woman who would marry the man I loved. And there was nothing I could do about it. I wasn’t in their league—just an intern, a temporary secretary, a passing shadow in the empire they both ran. My gaze drifted to the long white wedding gown displayed on the mannequin. The fabric shimmered under the lights, delicate crystals catching the reflection like frozen stars. I imagined myself in it. Smiling. Holding a bouquet of flowers. Walking down the aisle toward Hermes, the only man I’d ever wanted, waiting at the altar just for me. Not Natalya. I shut my eyes, pressing my palms against them, forcing myself to dismiss the thought. Stupi

I started and I had to end for the peace of their lives, she was in particular. My family is waiting for us and immediately go to the location of the event. The sacred place that will be a witness to the bond of life with the person who has been with me. The music introduced the arrival of the bride, who walked towards the altar, had echoed. I stood waiting for the bride to approach me without looking back. She is still Adelle, not Beatrice. I don't want Beatrice's face to always loom over me. Enough, we are finished. The marriage that should be happy but even leaves tightness in my chest. The affair left a longing that might not be able to be treated.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

He just didn't want to face it. Because the day he married Lucia... Alice tried to end her life. When he got there, she was a wreck, eyes swollen, begging him—no matter what, even if he went through with the marriage, he had to promise he'd never touch Lucia. And Jared? He gave her his word. He always kept his promises. So even after the wedding, no matter how much it tore him up, he kept his distance. Shut Lucia out. Ignored her. Pretended she meant nothing.

Sam followed him quietly as they walked down, towards where Egan had seen all the guests heading to earlier. A chilling wedding tune was playing. He had never been to a wedding before. He wanted to just see, then go back home and rest. He was a little startled to see the bride entering the garden with a mascara-tear-stained face. He frowned. What could make a bride look so unkept? He stopped at the garden’s entrance, and watched. The young bride stopped at the makeshift altar and turned. Egan stared at her, wondering why she felt so familiar? “The wedding is off.” She said in a hoarse voice. Her voice broke and she began to cry.

The weight of our names. Then Travis stepped forward. “Kourtney,” he said, “you don’t have to do this.” “I know,” I said. “But I want to.” He blinked. “What?” “If this marriage binds us,” I said, walking to the console, “then let it bind us together. Not to Rush. Not to his legacy. But to each other.” He grabbed my hand. “Are you sure?” “Only if we burn the contract after it saves us.” He smiled.

She was broken. Terrified. And that girl… was me. Marrying my sister’s fiancé. --- The courthouse was almost empty. The ache in my chest hadn’t faded. It only grew stronger with every passing second. Reminding me that this was real. I couldn't hide or run The registrar handed me the marriage certificate. My hands trembled as I reached for it. never had control over my life. Not what I wore. Not what I loved. Not even who I would become.

It isn't a big deal away. That was the breaking point. I lunged to my feet and snapped, "So, you do realize that this was our wedding, don't you? Do you think my money grows on trees? "You know how much time and energy I poured into this wedding, only for you to dump me at the altar over and over again. What's the point of a lavish ceremony if the bride never shows up? "How many times have you stood me up in just two years, Adella? Every single time, it's because Raiden called you for this or that.