The Bride I Never Wanted Novels & Stories

My wedding was far cry from the vision I held in my mind since I was a little girl. I had always envisioned myself getting married to the love of my life at the beach, surrounded by our family and friends in beautiful floral dresses and floral shirts. But there I was, engulfed in a sea of unfamiliar faces, marrying a man I despised more than anyone in the world, in a vineyard on his estate. I had no doubt that our wedding guest list consisted of members of The Bandoni Crime Family, or La Famiglia Bandoni as they fancied to call it, corrupt government officials and their business associates. None of these people cared about the couple getting married; they were there for business.

"How can someone agree to marry a person they've never even seen?" "Welcome to the world I've been trying to escape my entire life." Jane took a long sip. "Rich people are different, Lyra. Marriage isn't about love; it's about assets and bloodlines." Lyra flipped through the folder, finding detailed information about Ryker's businesses, properties, and personal habits. "And what happens during these six months?" "Ryker will be in Tokyo, overseeing some massive corporate acquisition. You'll live in his estate in the Hamptons, playing the part of the dutiful new bride awaiting his return." Jane leaned forward.

Playing their game. -Go away. -She said. Brahim stared at her, not understanding anything. The back of his hand caressed her warm cheek. "You're crazy," he swore. He didn't wait for an explanation, he certainly didn't care. The bride, dressed in her enormous, pompous and flashy dress, was left alone in the middle of the aisle. She felt a great emptiness inside her. It was the uncertainty of not knowing who she was or why she ended up in the hands of the Tonali brothers.

Yes she is my worse nightmare. I noticed her staring at me. Bitch, face the freaking priest and not look at me. Let's get this thing over with already. Right now, I wish I could just disappear. "Unveil your bride Jones" the priest spoke up not in loud tune Like seriously? Even if I don't want to look at her, I will surely look at her all my damn life since we are getting married. I reluctantly unveiled the bitch without looking at her and faced the priest. I don't want to know how she looked. Even though I saw our pictures joined together, I have never paid attention to her looks. Am not interested at all.

The other maid burst into laughter, "Sorry, but I found that question funny; treat her nice? they've never; sometimes, she doesn't eat anything during Christmas; all she does is do dishes and wash clothes. They've never given her gifts or bought her clothes, beat her mercilessly at any opportunity they get for any mistake, while their bratty daughter enjoys all the luxury, she, on the other hand, enjoys all the suffering, I think what you've just witnessed is a perfect example of how badly she is treated, I mean, who slapped a bride two days to her wedding" " A bride?! Wedding?!", She exclaimed, she was so surprised cause there wasn't any sign that a wedding was on the way, " Yes, a wedding,

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.

Chapter 148: I am fvcking alone! **Christiana’s POV** I thought I was his Cee and he was my Bee? What changed? I noticed the crowd behind me now. Sandra, Desmond, some hotel staff, and some of my guests for the wedding. No one could comfort me or say the right words. Because what words even existed for this? What could anyone possibly say when a bride was abandoned on her wedding day with nothing but a note that told her she was never truly wanted.

The tone of her voice sounded like she wasn’t so eager anymore. I took a deep breath, paced up and down the house, and finally, after some pep talk. I gathered the courage to ask her to the gala. I went up to her room and called out to her. Immediately, she stepped out. Her face showed displeasure immediately she set her eyes on me. I gulped hard. “What do you want?” She sounded annoyed. “I wanted to ask you something,” her left eyebrow went up. She looked curious. “Would you like to be my plus one in a charity gala?” I blurted it out.

I wanted to be sick. “You’re gonna look so stunning,” one of the artists said softly, not realizing she was speaking to a corpse in silk. “He won’t be able to take his eyes off you.” But I didn’t want Mikhail to look at me out of obligation. I didn’t want his eyes to land on me and feel trapped. I wanted to be the kind of woman who was chosen. Loved. Wanted. And I wasn’t. The minutes ticked by. The sun climbed higher. The estate filled with noise, caterers rushing in, music playing faintly in the background, guests arriving. And through it all, I sat there, watching a stranger in the mirror get transformed into a bride.

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.