The Bride I Never Wanted Novels & Stories

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

" He tossed my bridal bouquet aside and strode out of the chapel. The guests below had seen this play out too many times to count, yet they couldn't help but complain. "Lillian White just can't take a hint, can she? Isn't she embarrassed? He obviously doesn't want to marry her. She's so pathetic!" "How many weddings has it been now? She may still want to get married, but I'm tired of showing up. If it weren't out of respect for Commander Shaw, I would've gone up there and teach her a lesson myself." Every word from the crowd pierced my chest. I stared at Evan's figure as it blurred through my tears, and the emotions I had been forcing down finally broke loose.

I know she cannot have the man she always dreamed about having, but at least we can give her her fairy tale wedding. I know she does not really want to be here. I know that this is not really what she wanted. She wanted to marry Jake Tatum. Unfortunately, we cannot make all her wishes come true. We did allow her to plan her own wedding. However, she was not really interested, so her mother-in-law took over and planned the whole thing. Of course, we did not spare any expenses.

Absolute love-struck war goddess. My heart jolted violently. Haylee Kenton? The legendary head of that mysterious business empire... she secretly loved me? And even came here to act as my fake bride? I took a slow breath and raised a hand, interrupting the officiant. "One moment." The entire venue instantly fell silent. The woman standing before me flickered with panic. The tips of her ears turned red, and even her breathing became uneven. Curling my lips into a faint smile, I asked gently, "Christine, you don't look well. Were you so busy preparing for the wedding that you forgot to take your medicine?"

The flowers were perfect. That was the only thing going right. I had been awake since four in the morning making sure that the roses with just enough blush to look romantic without being loud, greenery that didn't overpower, ribbon tied the way Vivienne had shown me three times on a YouTube video she'd sent at midnight. Everything was perfect. The bride just wasn't here. Her text came at 6:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Aria. I can't do it. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

Nathan’s expression remained warm, almost reassuring, and nothing in his face gave away the danger waiting inside that innocent-looking glass before me. And, completely unaware of what Nathan had arranged behind the scenes, I brought it toward my lips. *AUTHOR'S NOTE* Now that we are in the final chapters of THE BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED. I want to use this opportunity to thank you all for your supports and getting this far. Please do well to leave a positive comments and share to your friends. Stay tuned and see what happens. Don't forget to check out my other stories. You will definitely love them all. Thank you so much once again.

Behind them, through the thin chapel walls, Temi could hear the low murmur of guests settling into their seats, the quiet, expectant hush of a room waiting for a wedding to begin, utterly unaware that the bride at its center had just gone completely still, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, trying to decide whether walking outside to face her best friend right now was the bravest thing she could do or the worst possible mistake of the entire week. "Temi." Pri's voice was careful, gentle in a way it rarely was. "You don't have to see her. Not right now. Not if you're not ready." "I know," Temi said quietly, still staring at her own reflection, at the woman in the ivory dress who bar

“I’m trying to understand what happened.” “And I’m asking you to leave it alone.” I was tired of feeling humiliated. Tired of being the woman everyone believed they could hurt without consequences. And most of all, I was tired of feeling so helpless. I wanted to stop feeling like the abandoned bride. I wanted to feel wanted, even if only for a moment. The thought was reckless, and I knew it. But before I could talk myself out of it, I turned toward Zayn. “There’s something I want you to do for me.”

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no

Her touch is warm, grounding, like someone quietly reminding me I haven’t floated too far away. The silence stretches, easy now. Then her voice breaks through, low and thoughtful. “You know,” she begins, “I once planned a wedding that never happened.” I turn my head toward her slightly, surprised by the confession. “The bride’s family couldn’t set their differences aside,” she continues. “It wasn’t about the dress or the flowers or the menu. It was about trust. And loyalty. And how quickly they fell apart when they needed to hold on the most.” Her thumb brushes over mine.