The Bride I Never Wanted Novels & Stories

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

She stopped a few steps away from him. “Given that, I know you'd never speak for another gender talk less holding her hands?.” There was a brief silence between them. Devian finally sighed. “Since you want to know, I'll just tell you.”His mother waited. “She’s my wife.” he dropped the bomb. For the first time, her expression changed. “That has to be a joke.” Devian didn't respond. "Yeah a joke, right?" When she realized he wasn't joking, she scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. “Married to a nobody?” she said her voice raised slightly.

And as I felt our daughter’s gentle kicks earlier in the day and now Alexander’s steady heartbeat against my back, I knew one thing for sure. We were exactly where we were meant to be. Epilogue – One Year Later — Beautiful wedding anniversary. Alexander thanks Emma for being “the bride I never wanted… but the wife I desperately needed.”

Chapter 1: The Bride Who Wasn’t Meant to Be “Ama… you’re going to walk down that aisle.” The words were calm, but the meaning behind them felt like a chain tightening around her throat. Ama stood frozen in the middle of the bridal room, her hands trembling as she stared at her aunt. The white gown hanging beside her looked beautiful—too beautiful for something that felt so wrong. “I can’t do this,” Ama whispered, stepping back until her shoulder hit the mirror. “This isn’t my wedding. I’m not Adjoa.”

she says and the priest calls from afar. “can we proceed the bride is here” and the news is all over the internet and T.V that the bride is back and Brianna saw the news pops up on her cellphone as she was scrolling through her phone and her mood change and she quickly open websit and turn on the T.V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself.

For them, he would always be the ideal, the apple of their eyes. While I was nothing but an eyesore, the offspring they didn’t want but couldn’t get rid of because of their traditional believes. Gabby, ever perceptive, continued, "You miss them, Kyra, and I don't want you to regret not telling them about our marriage." "You're right, Gabby. I've missed them, so much, and I always wanted to get married in the same church where my mom and grandmother married." I shook my head, moving away from her because I knew that this was going to be a difficult topic to approach.

Claiming Sarn 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.

My dad was disappointed and he just said he trusted us to make the right decisions. I was even more shocked when we got to Italy and she said she was quitting the job. I needed to clean my mess and throw all the garbage out of my life if I wanted to consider having Megan in my life. The short time I spent with her and knowing her I saw all the qualities that I want the mother of my future kids to have. She is the perfect person I would want as a wife. She might have started off as my wrong bride but she is definitely the correct bride for me.

I've always wanted a wedding cake… sorry, wedding cakes, with different flavours and mini testers or samples in front of each, so guests could have a taste before deciding. This feels nothing like my wedding to Damon, which, honestly, is the biggest irony. I wanted to marry Damon, but it felt forced. He didn’t even want to be there, and my mother insisted I drop every ‘fantasy’ I had and just get married. Typical mom. But this? A wedding I don’t even want… and yet, it feels magical. My groom has been staring at me like I’m his next meal. Again, Damon could never. How did he pull all this off? Did Damon tell him? The man could barely remember my name half the time, how the hell could he remem

“I know that this is all an affront to your feminist sensibilities, but for the purposes of this deal I’m your boss. You will do as I say. You will sign the prenup, and you will meet with the wedding coordinator tomorrow morning to choose your wedding dress.” Lila. Everything in me raged out of control. My hormones were still on red alert from the kiss, and my temper had just about reached its breaking point. I sucked in a calming breath. This was where years of training kicked in. Where I played the game. This was business. You fought the battles you could win, not the ones you were destined to lose. “And will you be attending this bridal gown extravaganza?” I asked “Absolutely not. It’s ba