The Bride I Never Wanted Novels & Stories

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

That was how you held a wedding bouquet. I set the glass down too fast, water sloshing over my knuckles, and pressed my palm flat against the sheets like I could scrub the memory of the motion out of my skin. It was gone as quickly as it came, no image behind it, no name, no face — just the echo of a habit I didn't remember learning. I didn't know what unsettled me more: that it happened, or how natural it had felt for half a second before I noticed.

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “But in return, you belong to me. This is not a business partnership. This is an acquisition. You will take my name. You will move into this house permanently. You will appear at my side at every gala, every meeting, every public event as my wife. Your inheritance, when we recover it, will be tied directly to Cross Holdings. You will be completely, entirely mine. Do you understand the weight of that signature?” A fake marriage. Total surveillance. Becoming the property of the most dangerous predator in the city. It was exactly what Sarah had warned me against. It was a deal with the devil.

For ten years, Daniel Miller and I were nothing more than a secret. We went straight from friends with benefits to husband and wife, skipping the dating phase entirely. Then came the weddings. Every single time we tried to have a ceremony, his childhood best friend, Chloe Vance, would pull him away with ridiculous excuses. The first time we read our vows, she needed him to drive her to the dentist for a mouth ulcer. The second time we tried to exchange rings, she had a panic attack and threatened to jump off a roof. For our third attempt, I bribed the security guard. I begged him not to let anyone crash the venue. When I arrived, the guard blocked me at the front gates. I stood outs

Genelia's mother responded with her calmest tone with obvious sadness as Diana's eyes enlarged. Even if this thing is happening then it would be a total unfair decision for Bella. At least in case of Genelia and Diana they were married in their legal ages! "This cannot happen, we need stop this!" Diana spoke as her both her mother's and aunt's eyes widened at her audacity. There has always been a rule to regulate the brides before marriages, to make them learn etiquettes. The honour manners the females well for their husband. Bella's life would be so harsh if she will be attacked so suddenly with all those harsh demands of honour.

Why a woman is the one who gets the certificate of purity and slut shamed if she is not innocent. Royalty is so cruel, so very partial. Opening the wine's muselet with only his thumb so effortlessly without any hesitation, it made a loud pop up sound in the soundless room of two. The scene felt like master was serving his own drink but when turned around and started walking towards the opposite of the bridal chamber where his bride was standing... he seemed to have other intentions in his mind. "I won't be needing this with you I feel, neither condoms or shit, now that you're my bride with both the title and law, it won't matter!"

Natalie Natalie looked at herself. The dress had arrived and Natalie had donned it. Her eyes were dark and she had no light in them. Being a bride wasn’t something she had ever dreamed of. Yes, she wanted brides to feel the best on their most special day, but when it comes to oneself, she always wanted to be with someone who will make her smile, who will make her happy, who will understand her, and yet, she was stuck with God knows whom, with her life not in her control.

Right before I opened my mouth and let them have it. "You sorry ass piece of monkey shit! Is this what I am in for? Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?" I shouted, catching them both completely off guard. "Let me let you in on a little secret, Buster… I don't want to marry you either!" I jumped up and screamed in his face.

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Never I imagined that his haunted past would cause even the only thing we had to crumble before my eyes. *** Margaux’s POV. Flashes of camera, buzzing sound from the paparazzi and anxious looks from the guests filled my eyes when I started walking down the aisle. My feet immediately stopped when I noticed one important piece was missing. “Where’s Clyde?” I asked the maid-of-honor the Monroes assigned for my wedding. “Beats me,” she just shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if she didn’t care at all. My eyes roamed this grandeur wedding plaza in search of him, but to no avail.